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 choirs 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 choirs kept singing of freedom      The clouds they were grey and the autumn wind blew   And Denise McNair brought the number to two   The falcon of death was a creature they knew   And the choirs 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 choirs 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 choirs kept singing of freedom      On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground   And people all over the earth turned around   For no one recalled a more cowardly sound   And the choirs kept singing of freedom      The men in the forest they once asked of me   How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea   I asked them right back 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 a song   I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong   And the choirs keep singing of freedom