A church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free
Three hooded men thru the
back roads did creep
Torches in their hands
while the village lies asleep
Down to the church
where just hours before
Voices were singing
and hands were beating and saying
I won't be a slave any more
and a church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free
Three hooded men
their hands lit the spark
Then they faded in the night
and they vanished in the dark
And in the cool
light of morning
there's nothing that remains
But the ashes of a
Bible and a can kerosene
and a church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free
church is more than
just timber and stone
And freedom is a dark road
when you're walking it alone
But the future is now
and it's time to take a stand
So the lost bells of freedom
can ring out in my land
and a church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free