"1963" lyrics
Lord Lord Lord
Oh Lord, have mercy
Mmh
September 15th, 1963
It was a Sunday morning, in 1963
We were guests at a church in Birmingham, Alabama
To share our ministry
All of a sudden, the deacon burst through the door
Filled with anger as everybody could see
Shouting loudly
Get up, get out, quickly
There's been a catastrophe
They just bombed the 16th street Baptist Church
And four little girls just died
People are rioting down the street
Oh, I've never seen such an angry crowd
As we headed right through Birmingham
Right through Birmingham downtown
Oh, what a sight to see
I'll never forget it
Cards pushed over, bricks thrown through windows
It was frightening and dangerous
Oh my God, people running, people screaming
People cursing, people crying
Trying to get to safety
With the help of God on our side
We prayed all the way through
We made it through the crowd unharmed
My two little boys were with me, I was twenty-three
On that bloody Sunday in 1963
Four little girls lost their lives
Little Cynthia Wesley
Little Carole Robertson
Little Denise McNaire
Little Addie Mae Collins
Between the ages of eleven and fourteen
They never made it that day
Lord have mercy
Oh God
1963
When will this madness ever end?
Will we ever be free?
We find ourselves once again
In 1963
I'm calling for freedom
I'm calling for peace
I'm calling for victory
Lord, I'm calling on you
To bring peace and harmony
They're still killing and stealing our children
One by one
You can't feel our hurt?
You can't feel our pain?
You can't feel our misery?
I don't ever want you to forget
Don't you ever forget
Remember that bloody Sunday in 1963
1963
Oh enough is enough
Save our children
Save our children
Have mercy on the children
1963
No more Sandy Hook
No more Uvalde
No more East Point
No more South Side
Why we so angry?
Why must the children die?
I can't legislate love
I can't wish away hate
Let justice roll down like waters
And righteousness like a stream
Until then my friend, keep up the good fight
Until love, until love, until love really wins
1963
Ah, let love win
Oh, let love, let love win
One day and it won't be long
Love is gonna win
1963
Stop repeating 1963
Oh Lord, have mercy
Mmh
September 15th, 1963
It was a Sunday morning, in 1963
We were guests at a church in Birmingham, Alabama
To share our ministry
All of a sudden, the deacon burst through the door
Filled with anger as everybody could see
Shouting loudly
Get up, get out, quickly
There's been a catastrophe
They just bombed the 16th street Baptist Church
And four little girls just died
People are rioting down the street
Oh, I've never seen such an angry crowd
As we headed right through Birmingham
Right through Birmingham downtown
Oh, what a sight to see
I'll never forget it
Cards pushed over, bricks thrown through windows
It was frightening and dangerous
Oh my God, people running, people screaming
People cursing, people crying
Trying to get to safety
With the help of God on our side
We prayed all the way through
We made it through the crowd unharmed
My two little boys were with me, I was twenty-three
On that bloody Sunday in 1963
Four little girls lost their lives
Little Cynthia Wesley
Little Carole Robertson
Little Denise McNaire
Little Addie Mae Collins
Between the ages of eleven and fourteen
They never made it that day
Lord have mercy
Oh God
1963
When will this madness ever end?
Will we ever be free?
We find ourselves once again
In 1963
I'm calling for freedom
I'm calling for peace
I'm calling for victory
Lord, I'm calling on you
To bring peace and harmony
They're still killing and stealing our children
One by one
You can't feel our hurt?
You can't feel our pain?
You can't feel our misery?
I don't ever want you to forget
Don't you ever forget
Remember that bloody Sunday in 1963
1963
Oh enough is enough
Save our children
Save our children
Have mercy on the children
1963
No more Sandy Hook
No more Uvalde
No more East Point
No more South Side
Why we so angry?
Why must the children die?
I can't legislate love
I can't wish away hate
Let justice roll down like waters
And righteousness like a stream
Until then my friend, keep up the good fight
Until love, until love, until love really wins
1963
Ah, let love win
Oh, let love, let love win
One day and it won't be long
Love is gonna win
1963
Stop repeating 1963
Writer(s): Canzetta Staton
