Those Three Are On My Mind

Harry Belafonte

I think of Andy in the cold wet clay

Those three are on my mind

With his comrades down beside him

On that brutal day

Those three are on my mind

There lies young James in his final pain

Those three are on my mind

So I ask the killers, "Can you see those three again?

Those three are on my mind"

I see dark eyed Michael

With his dark eyed bride

Those three are on my mind

And three proud mothers

Weeping side by side

Those three are on my mind

But I'm grieving yet

And for some the sky is bright

I cannot give up hoping

For a morning light

So I ask the killers, "Do you sleep at night?

Oh, those three are on my mind"

I see tin roof shanties

Where my brothers live

Those three are on my mind

And the little burnt out churches

Where they sing we forgive

Those three are on my mind

I know of Tom paints water tree

I know the price of liberty

Now I ask the question that is deep inside of me

Did they also burn the Courthouse

When they killed those three

Those three are on my mind

Those three are on my mind

Those three are on my mind

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