Sweet Honey In The Rock

He was her only child, her baby boy She was his second daughter, a father's pride and joy.

In the morning when I rise / In the morning when I rise In the morning when I rise / Give me Jesus

CHORUS: No taxation Without representation! Two hundred years of exploitation In the capital of

Moving, moving on Moving, moving on Moving, moving on Moving, moving on Nothing can stop me

No one has the right (To hurt me) Especially when they say (They love me) Apologies dont make (Anything

It seems I hear Harry Moore; from the earth his voice still cries: No bomb can kill the dreams I hold, for

He is my everything, He is my all He is my everything, Both great & small. He gave his life for me,

No one has the right (To hurt me) Especially when they say (They love me) Apologies dont make (Anything

I was standing on the banks of the river Looking out over lifes troubled sea When I saw that ole ship that

No one has the right (To hurt me) Especially when they say (They love me) Apologies dont make (Anything

I dont know how my mother walked her trouble down I dont know how my father stood his ground I dont know how