Look down, look down, you'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, you're standing in your grave
Look down, look down, don't look em in the eye
Look down, look down, you're here until you die
At the end of the day you're another day colder
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry past
They don't hear the little ones crying
And the guards coming on fast, ready to kill
One day nearer to dying!
At the end of the day there's another day dawning
And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
Like the waves crash on the sand
Like a storm that'll break any second
There's a hunger in the land
There's a reckoning still to be reckoned and
We're gonna be free someday!
At the end of the day.
I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that hope would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted
Who am I?
Can I condemn these men to slavery
Pretend I do not feel their agony
These innocent who bear my face
Who go to judgement in my place
Who am I?
Can I conceal myself for evermore?
Pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die
Be no more than an alibi?
Must I lie?
How can I ever face my fellow men?
How can I ever face myself again?
My soul belongs to God, I know
I made that bargain long ago
He gave me hope when hope was gone
He gave me strength to journey on
Watch em run amuck, catch em as they fall
Never know your luck till there's a free for all
Here's a little nip, there's a little touch
Most of them are goners so they won't miss much
One day to a new beginning
Every man will be a king
There's a new world for the winning
Do you hear the people sing
Tomorrow we'll be far away,
Tomorrow is the judgement day
Tomorrow we'll discover what our God in Heaven has in store!
One more dawn
One more day
One day more!
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again
For the wretched of the earth there is a flame that never dies.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
They will live again in freedom in the garden of the Lord.
They will walk behind the ploughshed, the will put away the sword.
The chain will be broken and all men will have their reward!
Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing? Say do you hear the distant drums
It is the future that they bring when tomorrow comes.
Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing? Say do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring when tomorrow comes!