There is a song
Echoes in my head
Seems to know no rhyme and know no reason
But somewhere in the dark
It beats within my heart
Keeping time to every cry for freedom
And it's hard just how to sing it right
It's hard to know what fights we ought to fight
Oh, I wish there were one wrong and just one right
To lead us on the gospel song of freedom
Oh I wish I'd never seen
What man can do to man
The pain and hurt created by our busy hands
When over and above
I hear the song of love
Sung by pilgrims on their way to glory land (to glory land)
And it's hard just how to sing it right (Oo Oo-Oo Ooo)
And it's hard to know what fights we ought to fight (Oo Oo-Oo Ooo)
Oh, I wish there were one wrong and just one right (Oo Oo-Oo Ooo)
To lead us on the gospel song of freedom (Ooo)
And it's hard just how to sing it right (Oh, Oh sing...)
And it's hard to know what fights we ought to fight (Oh sing...)
Oh, I wish there were one wrong and just one right
To lead us on the gospel song of freedom (Lead us on, freedom)
It's hard to leave behind
The places you've grown
Where your roots are deep and branches intertwine
And it's hard to see the road
To part from what you know
There are songs to sing and there are wounds to bind
And it's hard just how to sing it right
And it's hard to know what fights we ought to fight
I wish there were one wrong and just one right
To lead us on the gospel song of freedom