Four little girls Dressed up nice Singing about Jesus Red and yellow Black and white Dreaming of freedom Across the land And all God's children Walking hand in hand One deadly blast Shattered the peace Making for a dark Sunday morning On Sixteenth Street Who can explain Such ignorant hate When the violent Bear it away Bear it away Bear it away Merciful Jesus Lift up our sorrow Upon your shoulder And bear it away It hurts my heart To think of them Four little girls And what they Could have been But we never know About these things When the violent Bear it away