Black History Month... Freedom Train

I close my eyes
Visions of long ago I see

Spirits of the past 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.

Freedom train, freedom train.

Nothing will be the same

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
Goin ride that freedom train.
Goin underground.
Freedom bound
Leaving my burdens and my cares
Going over there
No chains shackling me
Going live like I'm free
Going live like I'm free.
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
By and by
No more tears to cry
All sorrows have passed

Goin be 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

Wish that they were here

to hear
The whistle of freedom blow once again.
Wish that I could tell them the suffering has come to an end.
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 Patricia Newman-Harris

Poetry collection:  Living the Dream