BLACK ANGEL I was born in the sunshine and grew old in the rain. I knew laughter and freedom until I knew the chain. My mother was the full moon, my father was the grain. My sister was the singing, my brother the praying. Though they buried me in the land of the white, I'm a black angel. I grew tall like the cotton and as wide as the corn. Had me a son and daughter, dead before they were born. Set fire to the killing fields, ran from the hunting horn. My grave is every country that turned my rose to thorn. Though the holy gates of heaven are pearly white, I'm a black angel. I was born in the sunshine and grew old in the rain. I knew laughter and freedom until I knew the chain. My mother was the full moon, my father was the grain. My sister was the singing, my brother the praying. Though they buried me in the land of the white, I'm a black angel. |
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