Birmingham Sunday
Joan BaezVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was "one"
At an old baptist church there was no need to run
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew
And Denise McNair brought the number to "two"
The falcon of death was the creature they knew
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was "three"
Her prayers and her feeling would shame you and me
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was "four"
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
And the people all over earth turned around
For no on recalled a more cowardly sound
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The men in the forest they once asked of me
How many blackberries grow in the blue sea
And i asked them right back with a tear in my eye
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
And thats it! Very easy. GO grab a girl and have her sing this with you on guitar.
Peace out, please rate
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Readable chord sheet for Birmingham Sunday by Joan Baez
[E]That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the s[A]un And A[E]ddie Mae Collins, her n[D]umber was "o[B7]ne" At an o[E]ld baptist c[B7]hurch there was n[E]o need to run And the ch[D]oirs kept singing of f[E]reedom [E]The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds [A]blew And D[E]enise McNair brought the n[D]umber to "[B7]two" The falc[E]on of death w[B7]as the crea[E]ture they knew And the ch[D]oirs kept singing of fr[E]eedom [E]The church it was crowded, but no one cou[A]ld see That C[E]ynthia Wesley's dark nu[D]mber was "th[B7]ree" Her pra[E]yers and her fee[B7]ling would s[E]hame you and me And the ch[D]oirs kept singing of fr[E]eedom [E]Young Carol Robertson entered the d[A]oor And the [E]number her killers had [D]given was "f[B7]our" She a[E]sked for a ble[B7]ssing but as[E]ked for no more And the ch[D]oirs kept singing of fr[E]eedom [E]On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the gr[A]ound And the pe[E]ople all over e[D]arth turned ar[B7]ound [E]For no on re[B7]called a m[E]ore cowardly sound And the ch[D]oirs kept singing of fre[E]edom [E]The men in the forest they once asked [A]of me How m[E]any blackberries gr[D]ow in the blue s[B7]ea [E]And i asked them r[B7]ight back w[E]ith a tear in my eye How man[D]y dark ships in the fo[E]rest? [E]The Sunday has come and the Sunday has g[A]one And I ca[E]n't do much more th[D]an to sing you a [B7]song [E]I'll sing it s[B7]o softly it'll d[E]o no one wrong And the ch[D]oirs kept singing of fre[E]edom And thats it! Very easy. GO grab a girl and have her sing this with you on guitar. Peace out, please rate