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Top Songs By Rhiannon Giddens
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rhiannon Giddens
Lead Vocals
Dirk Powell
Piano
Jason Sypher
Bass
Amelia Powell
Choir
Hubby Jenkins
Choir
Jamie Dick
Drums
Lalenja Harrington
Choir
Rowan Corbett
Choir
Sophie Powell
Choir
Eric Adcock
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rhiannon Giddens
Songwriter
Dirk Powell
Songwriter
Richard Farina
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rhiannon Giddens
Co-Producer
Dirk Powell
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Come 'round by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday, the blood ran like wine
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
Now the clouds, they were grey and the autumn wind blew
And Denise McNair brought the number to two
The falcon of death was a creature they knew
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
Young Carole Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
And people all over the Earth turned around
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
Now the Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone
And we can't do much more than to sing you a song
We'll sing it so loudly, you better sing along
And the choirs keep singing of freedom
Writer(s): Richard Farina
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