Freedom Ringing

It rang through the mountaintops It rang through the seas It rang through the countryside It rang through the trees. It lived in the faces It lived in the souls Of the joyous, playing children And the tired, worn-out old It rang over villages It rang over towns From Montgomery Alabama To the Salisbury Sound It lived in the worked hands It lived in the homes In hearts wanting change Wanting unity to form It rang in the night It rang in the dreams It rang in the heart Of Doctor Martin Luther King It lived in the mind It lived in the thoughts Of a woman on the bus By the name of Rosa Parks It rang through a loud room With eyes deeply furrowed In a diner full of people In a town call Greensboro It rang through the heavens It rang through the skies It rang through the painful screams Through prisons full of sighs It lived in the feet It lived on the signs Of protesters and boycotters And people of all kinds It rang through the voices It rang in the singing The Civil Rights we fought for That Freedom – it’s still ringing.