When I have my day I come down from the hills With light on my face And death at my heels My voice it bends But my voice does not break When I have my day I enter the white gates With chairs lined up straight For all of God's children They wonder the last knot "Are your fingers long enough to play?" When I have my day My brothers learn courtly With daggers in hand Hatch plans to disrow me But my brothers are precious And the chaft must be burned away When I have my day The song that I sing Carries back to the source And back through them again Did you know brothers, Your voice, your king Once was your slave?