A Church Is Burning
A church is burningThe flames rise higherLike hands that are prayingAglow in the skyLike hands that are prayingThe fire is saying,"You can burn down my churchesBut I shall be free."
Three hooded men through the back roads did creepTorches in their hands while the village lies asleepDown to the church where, just hours beforeVoices were singing, andHands were beating, andSaying, "I won't be a slave anymore."
A church is burningThe flames rise higherLike hands that are prayingAglow in the skyLike hands that are prayingThe fire is saying,"You can burn down my churchesBut I shall be free."
Three hooded men, their hands lit the sparkAnd they faded in the night, and they vanished in the darkAnd in the cold light of morning, there is nothing that remainsBut the ashes of a Bible and a can of kerosene
A church is burningThe flames rise higherLike hands that are prayingAglow in the skyLike hands that are prayingThe fire is saying,"You can burn down my churchesBut I shall be free."
A church is more than just timber and stoneAnd freedom is a dark road when you're walking it aloneBut the future is now, and it's time to take a standSo the lost bells of freedom can ring out in my land
A church is burningThe flames rise higherLike hands that are prayingAglow in the skyLike hands that are prayingThe fire is saying,"You can burn down my churchesBut I shall be free."