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Birmingham Sunday 
Birmingham Sunday (Richard Farina) 
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday, the blood ran like wine And the choir kept singing of freedom 
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one At an old Baptist church, there was no need to run And the choir kept singing of freedom 
The clouds they were gray and the autumn winds blew And Denise McNair brought the number to two The falcon of Death was a creature they knew And the choir kept singing of freedom 
The church it was crowded but no one could see That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me And the choir kept singing of freedom 
Young Carol Robertson entered the door And the number her killers had given was four She asked for a blessing, but asked for no more And the choir kept singing of freedom 
On Birmingham Sunday the noise shook the ground And people all over the earth turned around For no one recalled a more cowardly sounds And the choir kept singing of freedom 
The men in the forest, they asked it of me How many blackberries grew in the blue sea And I asked them right with a tear in my eye How many dark ships in the forest 
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone And I can't do much more than to sing you this song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong And the choirs keep singing of freedom 
Note: in 1963 four girls were killed when a bomb exploded
 in a Negro church in Birmingham, Alabama. recorded Baez /5 SH