Ballad of Paul Robeson

Frederick Douglass Kirkpatrick
Lingua: Inglese

Paul Robeson, dear Robeson
We owe our all to you
We will ever thank you
For making us brave and true
May your light shine on and on
Making us ever to fight strong

May we ever stand out
May we strive each day
As we fight the racist plight
No matter where you roam
You’ll always be our lighted throne

Robeson, dear Robeson
We love you.

They tried to stop you from singing
At Peekskill's hallowed Hall
But a hundred thousand people
Demanded your message be told
They took all of your records
From their racist's record racks
But you stood tall and fought
And never did turn back.

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