More than a hundred years later

Same injustice, same unfairness,

Same hatred, same hurt-

Different time.

Watching my people born into this-

Watching my people die of this.

What to do o’Lord?

What to do?

From the mountain, to the prairie

To the ocean white with foam,

From sea to shining sea,

Same injustice, same unfairness,

Same hatred, same hurt,

Same song

My people are mourning

What to do o’Lord?

What to do?