BALLAD OF HARRY T MOORE

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Song Title
BALLAD OF HARRY T MOORE
Writers
Reagon, Bernice
Publisher
SONGTALK PUBLISHING CO (BMI)
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
WORLD
Themes/Keywords
Black, Christmas, Die, Dreams, Earth, Family, Freedom, Jesus, Killer, Love, Peace, Prayer, Race, Slavery, Speaking Out, Voices, War
Lyrics
CHORUS
It seems I hear Harry Moore,
From the earth his voice still cries,
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold,
For freedom never dies.
Freedom never dies I say,
Freedom never dies.
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold,
For freedom never dies,

It happened in Florida, the land of flowers,
It was on a Christmas night.
Men came stealing through the orange groves,
Men of hate carrying dynamite.

It was to a little cottage,
Family the name of Moore,
In the window hung sprigs of holly,
A fine wreath at the door.

It was on a Christmas evening,
And the family prayers were said,
Mother, father, daughter
And grandmother went to bed.

The father’s name was Harry Moore
From the N.A. A. C. P.,
He fought for the right for us to live,
Black folks must be free.

CHORUS

It could not be in Jesus’ name,
Beneath the bedroom floor,
On Christmas night the killers hid
The bomb for Harry Moore.

It could not be in Jesus’ name,
The killers took his life,
And blew his home to pieces,
And killed his faithful wife.

It could not be for the sake of love,
They did this awful thing,
For when the bomb exploded and the Moores died,
No hearts were heard to sing.

CHORUS

And certainly no angels sang
Peace on earth, good will to men,
But around the world an echo hurled,
A question: when? when? when?

When will people in Jesus’ name,
And when will they by prayer
Know that each one has the right
To stand up everywhere.

When will people for the sake of peace,
And the sake of democracy
Learn that no bomb they can make
Can stop us from being free.

CHORUS

So should you see our Harry Moore
Walking on a Christmas night,
Don’t you fear and run and hide,
He has no dynamite.

For in his heart is only love
For all the human race,
And for each and every one of us
To have our rightful place.

LAST CHORUS
And this he says our Harry Moore
As from the grave he cries,
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold
For freedom never dies.
Freedom never dies I say,
Freedom never dies,
No bomb can kill the dreams I hold
For freedom never dies.

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