Raindrops

Our tale begins in a time with little reason or rhyme When man owned man and that wasn't a crime To up and run just couldn't be done without consequences But that's what Fred tried, he learned to read and write And when he was caught he was beaten in the hot sun Punished and flogged and the slaveowner dogged him and said 'Boy you're lucky to be still alive!' But Fred said: 'Raindrop falls on top of mountain Slips into a tiny stream Runs into a rolling river Then breaks its banks and bursts into a sea' Now work is finished for the day, all the tools are put away A bus is snaking through the street as Rosie rests her aching feet White man climbs on, moves her along But she says no, she won't go And she says: 'Raindrop falls on top of mountain Slips into a tiny stream Runs into a rolling river Then breaks it's banks and bursts into a sea' Now you push me around, expect me to lay down And not organise, well that wouldn't be wise Because a brother can see that your moral disease Can be beaten into submission Now a crowd is marching into the eye of a storm A dream has been created and is ready to be born With one strong voice you'll hear us rejoice You will hear us singing For we say: 'Raindrop falls on top of mountain Slips into a tiny stream Runs into a rolling river Then breaks it's banks and bursts into a sea'