Fire of Freedom (Black 47)

“Fire of Freedom” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Fire of Freedom” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).

Lyrics: Black 47.
Tune: Black 47.


Darlin’, darlin’, you’ve put up with so much:
Betrayed by your leaders, abandoned by your church.
I’ve watched you suffer. Now, you’re older than your tears,
But you still look beautiful, though you’re fighting back the tears.

You can break down my door. You can even strip search me.
Never gonna take away my human dignity.
Beat me, shoot me, flame keep on burnin’.
Never gonna put out the fire of freedom.

When we were children, we thought we would be
God’s anointed, but the jokes on you and me.
Ten years later, we’re still searchin’ for the sun,
But I want you to know that our day will come.

You can break down my door. You can even strip search me.
Never gonna take away my human dignity.
Beat me, shoot me, flame keep on burnin’.
Never gonna put out the fire of freedom

So many hopes and dreams lying in pieces.
All of us betrayed by politicians’ speeches.
I want you to know I’ll love you forever.
Our dreams will continue in the eyes of our children.

You can break down my door. You can even strip search me.
Never gonna take away my human dignity.
Beat me, shoot me, flame keep on burnin’.
Never gonna put out the fire of freedom.

You can break down my door. You can even strip search me.
Never gonna take away my human dignity.
Beat me, shoot me, flame keep on burnin’.
Never gonna put out the fire of freedom.

Out in the streets, all I hear is violence,
But the authorities react with silence.
One law for you; for me, it’s another.
Things got to change, oh my sisters and brothers.

Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Anois ar theact an tsamhraidh.

Don’t use the color of my skin as an issue.
Hey politician, your lies are gonna get you.
Chickens comin’ home to roost in the White House.
Blood on the streets if you don’t shut your big mouth.

Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Anois ar theact an tsamhraidh.

“Power to the people,” sang Johnny Lennon.
Twenty years later, we’re back at the beginnin’,
Sick of waitin’ ’round for divine intervention.
Take to the streets if you’re lookin’ for redemption.

Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Anois ar theact an tsamhraidh.

Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Oro ’se do bheatha ’bhaile.
Anois ar theact an tsamhraidh.


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