No more mournin’, no more mournin’,
No more mournin’ after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more sorrows, no more sorrows,
No more sorrows after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more mis’ry, no more mis’ry,
No more mis’ry after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more cryin’, no more cryin’,
No more cryin’ after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more weepin’, no more weepin’,
No more weepin’ after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more slav’ry, no more slav’ry,
No more slav’ry after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
Oh, freedom, oh, freedom,
Oh, freedom after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more mournin’ after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more sorrows, no more sorrows,
No more sorrows after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more mis’ry, no more mis’ry,
No more mis’ry after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more cryin’, no more cryin’,
No more cryin’ after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more weepin’, no more weepin’,
No more weepin’ after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
No more slav’ry, no more slav’ry,
No more slav’ry after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
Oh, freedom, oh, freedom,
Oh, freedom after a while,
And before I’d be a slave,
I’d be buried in my grave,
Take my place with those who loved
And fought before.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/4/15 - 17:14
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Versi di John Handcox (1904-1992), contadino, militante sindacale e cantautore originario dell’Arkansas.
Sulla melodia dello spiritual "Oh, Freedom!" composto da ignoto autore afro-americano subito dopo la Guerra Civile (1861-1865).
Testo trovato su Political Folk Music Dot Org
Il brano è incluso nella raccolta intitolata “Songs For Political Action - Folk Music And The American Left 1926 – 1953” pubblicata nel 1996 dall’etichetta tedesca Bear Family Records.