Unchained Memory (7/7): The Day of Jubilee

Añadido: 2026-05-22

[00:00:03][music] [singing] [music] >> The guns are quiet in the field. The blue coats march along the road. A paper read beneath the sun says that the irony is a dead. The word goes out across the wind that we are properties no more. [singing] My hands [music] are shaking as [singing] I look at skin that bears the ancient scars. The chain is [music and singing] broken on the ground. But leaves its shadow [music] in the bone. I weep [singing] for those who fell asleep >> [music] >> before [singing] morning finally broke.

[00:01:08]>> [music] [music] >> The big [music] house stands in [singing] ash and gray. The cotton fields are turning wild. A hundred years of tears and sweat [music] are washed away by summer rain.

[00:01:33]I gather up my heavy shawl and walk into the open [singing] air.

[00:01:45]The road [music] ahead [singing] is strange and wide. No master waits to count [music] my days. I do not know where [singing] I will rest or my [music] children's bread will [singing] grow, but I am walking [music] on my feet, a free soul in a brand [singing] new dawn.

[00:02:09]>> [music] >> Oh.

[00:02:14]>> [singing] >> Oh.

[00:02:15]>> [music] >> Oh.

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