India.Arie 앨범 : Testimony: Vol. 1 Life & Relationship
Too much hypocrisy
in this old southern town for me
Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
Thrown into slavery
the crime was the color of skin
Never to see the light of the past again
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
The strangest feeling came over me
Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
God gave to me the gift of song
so I dedicate this one
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
Superiority, who have you better than me
Wasting precious time on racist mentality
This is only the beginning
because we'll be pushing up
daisies in the ending
Spirit knows no color
either you're a hater or a lover
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
Too much hypocrisy
in this old southern town for me
Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
Thrown into slavery
the crime was the color of skin
Never to see the light of the past again
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
The strangest feeling came over me
Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
God gave to me the gift of song
so I dedicate this one
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
Superiority, who have you better than me
Wasting precious time on racist mentality
This is only the beginning
because we'll be pushing up
daisies in the ending
Spirit knows no color
either you're a hater or a lover
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
Too much hypocrisy
in this old southern town for me
Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
Thrown into slavery
the crime was the color of skin
Never to see the light of the past again
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
The strangest feeling came over me
Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
God gave to me the gift of song
so I dedicate this one
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
Superiority, who have you better than me
Wasting precious time on racist mentality
This is only the beginning
because we'll be pushing up
daisies in the ending
Spirit knows no color
either you're a hater or a lover
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