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A church is burn - - - - ing

the flames rise high - er

like hands that are pray - ing

a - glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fi - re is saying,

"You can burn down my churches

but I shall be - e free."

Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep

Torches in their hands while

the village lies a-sleep

Down to the church where

just hours be-fore

voices were singing and

hands were beating and

saying I won't be a slave any-more.

And a church is burn - - - - ing

the flames rise high - er

like hands that are pray - ing

a - glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fi - re is saying,

"You can burn down my churches

but I shall be - e free."

Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark

Then they faded in the night

and they vanished in the dark

And in the cool light of morning

there's nothing that re-mains

But the ashes of a bible and

a can of kero-sene

And a church is burn - - - - ing

the flames rise high - er

like hands that are pray - ing

a - glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fi - re is saying,

"You can burn down my churches

but I shall be - e free."

A church is more than just timber and stone

And freedom is a dark road

When you're walking it a-lone

But the future is now

and it's time to take a stand

So the lost bells of freedom

can ring out in my land

And a church is burn - - - - ing

the flames rise high - er

like hands that are pray - ing

a - glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fi - re is saying,

"You can burn down my churches

but I - I - I - I shall be free."