Oh Black River the Waters Within Me
I know the black rivers that rise upon my feet;
I know the black rivers that
brought me through the gates;
I know the black rivers as the
black tears form upon my face;
I know the black rivers that sanctified
my spirit to grace;
Oh black river that lies
upon my soul;
Oh black river you wear the
same face as my son;
Oh black river you cleaned the toxins of my son’s soul;
Never the less the carcass was dead, the soul of the repaving winds;
Oh black rivers the cries of the marching waves;
Oh black river you herd the songs one day I shall be free;
Oh black river that lives within thee.
My mama scars, my mama’s feet,
my mama Moses who brought;
Me cross the rivers of Jordan,
oh glory to God I cry to thee;
I bathed in the rivers of
the African streams;
I built my hut with the rivers and the clay;
I looked upon the Niles; I danced upon the sea;
I marched in the Deep South’s of the black sea;
I herd the singing of the rivers; I saw the blood, march
Across the opening of the sea;
Oh, black river nobody knows the trouble I have seen;
The black rivers open and said, oh yea, oh yea;
I am the ancestors lean you’re back against the sea.