In Selma Alabama a brave woman took a stand
A young black preacher led us to the Promised Land
He preached that equality and justice belong to everyone
No matter the colour of their skin
It’s time to sing the songs that our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
Let there be an end to war and tyranny
Set all of the political prisoners free
Let love be the only word that’s heard
Let freedom be more than just another word
Let the strings of all your banjos ring
And tell all the little children to once more sing
Tell all the little children to once more sing
Sing the songs of peace that our fathers sang
From the Fraser River Valley down to the shining sea
From the snowy mountains across the prairie lands
Our beardless youth are called on to be men
When will the politicians ever learn in their hearts
That war is a bitter game no one ever wins
It’s time to sing our father’s songs of love again
It’s time to sing our father’s songs of love again
Pete Seeger’s and Woody Guthrie’s dreams go forever on
Bob Dylan’s songs of freedom are on the blowing wind
The causes are the same, even though the times have changed
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
Rainbows and dew drops fade in the light of day
The old and broken soldiers just simply fade away
And young men die on the killing fields again
Will we ever learn to pray for peace instead of war
Or will we just go on destroying life as we did before
We need to teach the children the songs our fathers sang
It’s time to teach the children the songs our fathers sang
In Selma Alabama a brave woman took a stand
A young black preacher led us to the Promised Land
He preached that equality and justice belong to everyone
No matter the colour of their skin
It’s time to sing the songs that our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
Pete Seeger’s and Woody Guthrie’s dreams go forever on
Bob Dylan’s songs of freedom are on the blowing wind
The causes are the same, even though the times have changed
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
A young black preacher led us to the Promised Land
He preached that equality and justice belong to everyone
No matter the colour of their skin
It’s time to sing the songs that our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
Let there be an end to war and tyranny
Set all of the political prisoners free
Let love be the only word that’s heard
Let freedom be more than just another word
Let the strings of all your banjos ring
And tell all the little children to once more sing
Tell all the little children to once more sing
Sing the songs of peace that our fathers sang
From the Fraser River Valley down to the shining sea
From the snowy mountains across the prairie lands
Our beardless youth are called on to be men
When will the politicians ever learn in their hearts
That war is a bitter game no one ever wins
It’s time to sing our father’s songs of love again
It’s time to sing our father’s songs of love again
Pete Seeger’s and Woody Guthrie’s dreams go forever on
Bob Dylan’s songs of freedom are on the blowing wind
The causes are the same, even though the times have changed
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
Rainbows and dew drops fade in the light of day
The old and broken soldiers just simply fade away
And young men die on the killing fields again
Will we ever learn to pray for peace instead of war
Or will we just go on destroying life as we did before
We need to teach the children the songs our fathers sang
It’s time to teach the children the songs our fathers sang
In Selma Alabama a brave woman took a stand
A young black preacher led us to the Promised Land
He preached that equality and justice belong to everyone
No matter the colour of their skin
It’s time to sing the songs that our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
Pete Seeger’s and Woody Guthrie’s dreams go forever on
Bob Dylan’s songs of freedom are on the blowing wind
The causes are the same, even though the times have changed
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang
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