The Freedom Gate

Sooner or later the gate will stand In the midst of darkness and freedom land Across the thrilling river from Egypt land I will deliver my children with my iron hand. Today or tomorrow across the world The wind will blow from east to westward And all you have called injustice by word Not even a letter of it will again be heard. So call out my children, cry as you come To the gate that bears the name welcome Sing songs of freedom and beat your drums For time has come, please hurry come!