Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slaveries den, the crime was the color of skin Never to see the light of the past again And I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way I wanna go where the wind calls my name The wind is calling, 'India, India, India' It's a typical Savannah day So I take my guitar to the park and I play Sitting up under the live oak tree is the strangest feeling came over me Is this the tree where my brother was hung? Is this the ground where is body was brung? God gave to me the gift of song And so I dedicate this one And I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way I wanna go where the wind calls my name, India, India, India Superiority, who've you better than me Wasting precious time on racist mentality This is only the beginning Your flesh will be pushing up daisies in the ending Spirit knows no color, either you're a hater or a lover And I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way I wanna go where the wind calls my name, India, India, India I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way I wanna go, I wanna go where the wind calls my name Wind is calling, 'India, India, India' © WB MUSIC CORP.; GOLD AND IRON PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com