Georgia, Late November

I could hear the music from three blocks away
I didn’t know who to talk to, but it made me want to pray
And as I joined the crowd I hoped I would remember
The things to come that weekend in Georgia, late November

Georgia, late November
Signs held high in the air
Georgia, late November
There’s hope for justice, and it was there
Georgia, late November
It’s just a matter of time
‘Til they wake up and surrender to the power of Georgia, late November

I heard testimony of brutalized lives
Mothers mourned for children slain before their eyes
But threads of peaceful resistance, they wove us all together
And we made one beautiful cloth in Georgia, late November

Georgia, late November
We filled their buses, they were overwhelmed
Georgia, late November
2,000 crosses and freedom hymns
Georgia, late November
It’s just a matter of time
‘Til they wake up and surrender to the power of Georgia, late November

They say my generation, we’re too jaded and lazy to try
But my sisters and brothers were waging peace all through the night
I saw grandmas and grandpas, I saw hippies, and yuppies, and all the other labels
Man, we were inspired, on fire, we sang those soldiers under the table

They could hear the music a continent away
And all those suffering people, they all started to pray
They prayed for the living and for the lost ones they remember
And that mighty prayer it shook the walls in Georgia, late November

Georgia, late November
Clap your handThis little light’s outshining s, sing along
Georgia, late November
the wrong
Georgia, late November
It’s just a matter of time
‘Til they wake up, and surrender to the power of Georgia, late November