Runaway Train

Come, my ***** brethren, come. Come my children, and let me take you away, Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South To your human rights of freedom in the North. Come, my ***** brethren, come. Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished, And like Moses I will guide you safely from your Phony Pharaohs to a prosperous promised land. Come, my ***** brethren, come. We are not beasts of their burdens! But, a Proud people who will not be whisked And walloped anymore by their wild whips. Come, my ***** brethren, come. There is one of two glorious gifts you have the Inherent right to: liberty or death, if you could Not have one you can certainly have the other. Come, my ***** brethren, come. The ride is long, cold and exhausting. We travel Under the blanket of night guided by a heavenly Star sitting quietly in the silent Northern sky. Come, my ***** brethren, come. You will find rest and hide during the day. I have carried many others this way Not a one lost, not a one led astray. Come, my ***** brethren, come. Saturday is upon us and it is time to catch Your train. For today is the day the Lord hath Made. Freedom is upon us—first, let us pray. Come my ***** brethren, come.