Underground Railroad

Hell's children Touched by fire From the fields Far away Voices calling Out the way You no longer Have to stay Rising flames Arise in pain Find a voice On this day Out of the shackles, a cargo of ghosts Rattling chains that weigh the most End of the line, that liberty bell Locomotion firing onward from hell An hour of freedom worth a life in pain The Lincoln's coming, all aboard that train Through screaming tunnels the engine sings Into the steam, riding a dream Hissing furnace chasing time Circles of fire on a horse of iron An hour of freedom worth a life in pain The Lincoln's coming, all aboard that train Keep on moving till the shackles are gone Cross that water to the land beyond Keep on moving till the shackles are gone Cross that water to the land beyond Keep on moving till the shackles are gone Cross that water to the land beyond