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Everyone precious in the path of Christ
But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house?
Wasn't she a child they were singing about?
And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not the ask the question?
Left lasting impressions, adolescence comforts gone
She never thought things would ever change but
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
Years">
But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house?
Wasn't she a child they were singing about?
And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not the ask the question?
Left lasting impressions, adolescence comforts gone
She never thought things would ever change but
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
Years">
Flobots - Anne Braden
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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From the color of the faces in Sunday songs
To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
Once upon in this country long ago
She knew there was something wrong
Because the song said "Yellow, Red, Black, and White"
Everyone precious in the path of Christ
But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house?
Wasn't she a child they were singing about?
And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not the ask the question?
Left lasting impressions, adolescence comforts gone
She never thought things would ever change but
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
Years