Sweet Honey In The Rock Echo
Echo
Echo
Echo
Nothing but an echo of the past
Nothing but an echo of the past
The brother you lent a few years ago
The sister you rate just the other day
The babies you starved every day of the week
Nothing but an echo of the past
Nothing but an echo of the past
The sounds from the jailcells of the Wilmington Ten
Are echoes of a massacre keeping black freedom locked in
The sounds of struggle you hear
That are filling your world today
Are echoes of the voicеs your fathers killed and smotherеd away
You can steal my [?] a [?] try to hush my song
My screams of freedom will flood the air
Of your children centuries unborn
Nothing but an echo of the past
Nothing but an echo of the past
Echo
Echo
Echo
Nothing but an echo of the past
Nothing but an echo of the past
