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Songs that aided in Communication and eventual Freedom:
When the sun come back, When the firs’ quail call, Then the time is come Foller the drinkin’ gou’d
Chourus: Foller the drinkin’ gou’d Foller the drinkin’ gou’d For the Ole man say, “Foller the drinkin’ gou’d”
The riva’s bank am a very good road, The dead trees show the way, Lef’foot, peg foot goin’ on, Foller the drinkin’ gou’d
The riva ends a-tween two hills, Foller the drinkin’ gou’d; ‘Nuther riva on the other side Follers the drinkin’ gou’d
Wha the little riva Meet the grea’ big un, The ole man waits- Foller the drinkin’ gou’d
A few more beatings of the wind and rain, Ere the winter will be over- Glory, Hallelujah! Some friends has gone before me I must try to go and meet them- Glory, Hallelujah! A few more risings and settings of the sun, Ere the winter will be over- Glory, Hallelujah! There’s a better day a coming- There’s a better day a coming- Glory, Hallelujah!
Let us break bread together on our knees, Let us break bread together on our knees. When I fall on my knees, with my face to the rising sun, O Lord have mercy on me!
Let us drink wine together on our knees, Let us drink wine together on our knees. When I fall on my knees, with my face to the rising sun, O Lord have mercy on me!
Let us praise god together on our knees, Let us praise god together on our knees. When I fall on my knees, with my face to the rising sun, O Lord have mercy on me!
Steal away, steal away, Steal away to Jesus. Steal away, steal away, I ain’t got long to stay here. My lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder Green trees are bending, poor sinner stands a trembling Tombstones are bursting, poor sinner stands a trembling My lord calls me, He calls me by the lightning
The trumpet sounds within a my soul, I ain’t got long to say here.
When Israel was in Egypt land, Let my people go; Oppressed so hard they could not stand Let my people go.
“Thus saith the Lord,” bold Moses said, “Let my people go; If not, I’ll smite your first born dead, Let my people go!”
Chorus:
O go down moses Away down to Egypt’s land And tell King Pharaoh To Let my people go!
We need not always weep and mourn, O Let my people go! And wear these Slavery chains forlorn, O Let my people go!
This world’s a wilderness of woe, O Let my people go! O let us on to Canaan go!
What a beautiful morning that will be! O Let my people go! When time breaks up an eternity, O Let my people go! |
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