Goldstein 1984
Song
Book
imagigami©1998
Photo:
Jo Freeman
Mississippi, 1966
Meredith March
The man that means the
most
to me,
I walked with him in
Mississippi.
Down U.S. Highway number
Fifty-One,
With the white heat and
the
southern sun.
Doctor King is gone.
He left us here to
carry on.
Don't you hear the
song he sing'?
About we're the
Doctor.
We're the King.
The day that I turned
twenty-one
Mr. Ray killed my man
with
a high-powered gun.
The day the Law made a
man
out of me
Doctor King was shot down
in Tennessee.
Rosa Parks wouldn't ride
the bus,
Doctor King spoke to all
of us.
The biggest crowd the
Emancipator
did see
Was when Doctor King
spoke
in Washington, D.C.
When it comes our time of
rest,
All of us have done our
best.
And as short as any man's
life might seem
It's always long enough
to
have a dream.
Doctor King is gone.
He left us here to
carry on.
Don't you hear the
song he sing'?
About we're the
Doctor.
We're the King.
H
u m a n u a l s
