Martin Luther King Songtext

von Johnny Collins

Gather 'round my children I must tell you
All the words I spoke long years ago
Thousands then all listened and applauded
Soon the mantle will be yours
There's a new wind blowin' on the red hills of Georgia
From the sea to the Alabama border
And the children of slaves will stand
With the children of owners hand in hand
I have a dream (3)
We will all rise up and we'll proclaim
That created equal everyone
We will all be judged not by our color
But the love we show our fellow man
There's a new wind blowin' on the red hills of Georgia
From the sea to the Alabama border
And the children of slaves will stand
With the children of owners hand in hand
I have a dream (3)
Well I've been to the summit of the mountain
I know I won't see the promised land
But I know that we will as a people
Though I face the gunman's hand
There's a new wind blowin' on the red hills of Georgia
From the sea to the Alabama border
And the children of slaves will stand
With the children of owners hand in hand
I have a dream (3)
When tomorrow's over you must judge me
What I was and what I might have been
I just ask that you remember always
For you all I had a dream
There's a new wind blowin' on the red hills of Georgia
From the sea to the Alabama border
And the children of slaves will stand
With the children of owners hand in hand
I have a dream (3)