Where The Cross Don't Burn

We were white and they were black And our lives they were divided by the railroad tracks But we'd meet up every morning at that riverbend It's were I learned about Jesus from my only black friend Sometimes we'd sit and stare up at the sky I could see the hope of Heaven in his eyes In the land where the cotton grows In a time when change came slow Just beyond the point of no return A white boy and a black old man On the tacks walking hand in hand It's where I come to understand and learn Where the cross don't burn He'd tell me money doesn't matter nor the color of your skin You can stumble even fall and still get up again 'Cause it ain't about the deed's good or bad that we have done All we have to do is love to be disciples of the Son And we'd join hands and bow our heads to pray And he told me that he loved me everyday In the land where the cotton grows In a time when change came slow Just beyond the point of no return White boy and a black old man On the tacks walking hand in hand It's where I come to understand and learn Where the cross don't burn Yeah, we're all gathered here this morning, this riverbend To say our last goodbyes to my very best friend As his ashes slowly float away we know It's only 'til we meet again someday In the land where the cotton grows In a time when change came slow Just beyond the point of no return A young boy and a kind old man On the tacks walking hand in hand It's where I come to understand and learn Where the cross don't burn