This is just a song to say
|
That I'm proud for what they are
|
And I hope my world can take me
|
Half that far
|
|
Way back in McCarthy's day
|
My parents left the USA
|
Young rebellious lovers
|
They left behind a nation far too proud
|
And powerful to say
|
That love transcends all colors
|
Some black men turned against my father
|
Some white men turned against my mother
|
Each race has their place they all would say
|
|
And with a past so battle worn
|
And a future begging to be born
|
They found a life that's growing still today
|
|
And glancing thru the years
|
And living thru their fears
|
I hope they can accept my goals
|
A bit confused, a bit unclear
|
|
And all the years behind me now
|
Seem like a book I've read and yet somehow
|
I still don't understand all the words
|
All the black and all the white
|
That rest in me that make me fight
|
Remind me of all the knowledge left to learn
|
Still Some black men turned against my father
|
Some white men turned against my mother
|
Each race has their place they all would say
|
with a past so battle worn
|
And a future begging to be born
|
They found a life that's growing still today
|
|
And glancing thru the years
|
And living thru their fears
|
I hope they can accept my goals
|
A bit confused, a bit unclear
|
|
This is just a song to say that I'm proud for what they are
|
And I hope my world can take me half that far
|
|
-----------------
|
McCarthy's Day
|
Dan Hill |