I have a dream that my four little children
would one day live in a nation where they
will not be judged by the color of their skin,
but by the content of their character.
In song we let freedom ring from
the prodigious hilltops of
New
Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the
mighty mountains of
New
York.
Let freedom ring from the
heightening
Alleghenies of
Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from
the snow -capped
Rockies of
Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the
curvaceous slopes of
California.
But not only that, let freedom ring from
Stone
Mountain of
Georgia.
Let freedom ring from
Lookout
Mountain of
Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every
hill and molehill of
Mississippi.
From every mountainside,
let freedom ring.
And when this happens,
we'll be free at last.
We'll be free at last.
Listen to the words,
see if you understand.
Let them try the tribulations
of one black man.
For a man who lived and died
for the struggling cause,
let's have a moment,
a second of silence and pause.
His name is
Martin
Luther
King, and he marched across the land
making freedom ring.
And every moment of his life,
every day of his years,
he kept the sound of freedom
ringing in our ears.
If you listened to his voice
when you heard him speak
He brought hope to the helpless,
strength to the weak
He was the message to the people,
was the edge of the knife
Gave the ultimate gift, the man gave it life
He told us he had a dream,
it was real to him
He said he dreamed of a world
where his four children could live
In a nation not judged by skin,
but by the caution of the character his heart was in
He wasn't scared of any man,
didn't have no fear
He was beaten and arrested
year after year
Persecuted and uprooted
for the things he created
And ul timately, the king was terminated
Now where's his apprentices
and predecessors?
Where are the leaders for our ancestors?
The youngster
Abernethys and the
Jesse
Jacksons
We need someone to go and
take affirmative action
Not a black mayor, a judge or a captain
A black president should it ever happen
We have to bring the whites
to the black man's side
Walk hand in hand to
show we have black pride
If we listen to the words he had to say
He might have never gotten blown away
Have a nice day
Why the world can't stand together
We're acting through
something weather
Why in the world can we stick
together now?
What kind of weather?
Why in the world can we stick together?
Stick together in this stormy weather?
Why in the world can stick
together now?
What kind of
love you.