O Lord" hear my cry
how my tears chill
to the ground I be thrust
as my face pillow dust
Lord"in you I still trust
I see yonder, its coming
its a coming
dawn's dusk, beckon me
this arch in my back
with labored hands in agony
It want get the best of me
I do it,for my children
and my children,children
They lash my backside
my skin split open wide
they can't strip my black pride
I see yonder its coming,its a coming
Lord" I want be dismayed
I was born a ...
I will die a slave
to all my kindred
this road I have paved
Lord" have mercy
I see yonder,its coming
yes indeed,its coming !