Album: Bright Side of The Blues
I've seen the sun rise on many different lands
foreign skin pressed against my hand
I have waded waters across the Rio Grande
dove beneath the cold North Sea
If I live to be wrinkled and old
see this world over again
I'll never understand why hatred grows
beneath the color of skin
I have drank from fountains marked colored and white
I've seen the devil's cross of fire
I wondered why the tension when I was just a child
I bow my head and wonder even now
I hope this writer's pen never grows cold
I'll ask these words over again
Why man against man
where hatred grows beneath the color of skin
Bridge
It irritates to start but hate left to grow
soon infects the heart beneath the color of skin
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