Click, Clack
The sound of their chains dragging the floor.
Chains
journeying to a foreign land.
Childern and women on one side, Men on the other.
Brothers cant help their sisters,wives,or mothers they can't help one another.
Hush hear that sound in the distance.
Swing low, sweet Chariot.
They singing a mighty hymn hoping and praying to one dsy go back home to the motherland.
Chains
together side by side every day and night down in the belly of a ship so long ca't remember the last sunrise.
Chains
Rusting , burning into the flesh but the slaves hang on.
Chains
One day they'll break, the slaves will be free because of their faith, and fight.
God will lead them to a better life.
Freedom, freedom that great day when my ancestors broke free from those chains.
Ron