Tribute to Harriet Tubman
Freedom Train
I close my eyes and visions of long ago I see
Spirits of the past keep calling me.
What is it I hear?
Sounds like a train whistle drawing near.
Ain’t no ordinary train
It’s the freedom train
Underground and out of sight
Comin like a thief in the night
Freedom train,
Freedom train.
Comin round the bend
Songs of freedom blowing in the wind
Freedom train, freedom train.
Goin ride that freedom train.
Voices travelin in the dark of night,
“Don’t go left, go right.”
Bloodhounds drawing near
As if they can smell the fear
Hush
Hush
Don’t make a sound
Or we will be found
Can’t get tired now
Gotta keep on goin somehow
Freedom train,
Freedom train
Comin round the bend
Songs of freedom blowing in the wind.
We have waited so long for this day
Goin sing a song of freedom in a land far away
All sorrows have passed
We’re free at last
Freedom train, freedom train
Goin ride that freedom train
Some who once came to ride
Have long since died
Their spirits keep calling me
For what a tragedy
That some had to die and never see
Their dream of freedom become reality
All sorrows are passed
We are free at last
Freedom train freedom train comin round the bend
Songs of freedom blowing in the wind.
Freedom train, freedom train
Goin ride that freedom train
copyright by P.Newman-Harris
Above excerpt taken from
Jone Johnson Lewis'
Women's History Guide
Harriet Tubman
Courtesy of the Library of Congress