Get Them To Sing Your Song And

To Be Free . . . To Walk The Good American Earth As Equal Citizens, To Live Without Fear, To Enjoy The Fruits Of Our Toil, To Give Our Children Every Opportunity In Life--that Dream Which We Have Held So Long In Our Hearts Is Today The Destiny That We Hold In Our Hands.

We Ask For Nothing That Is Not Ours By Right, And Herein Lies The Great Moral Power Of Our Demand.

The Faces And The Tactics Of The Leaders May Change Every Four Years, Or Two, Or One, But The People Go On Forever.

You Want To Shut Up Every Negro Who Has The Courage To Stand Up And Fight For The Rights Of His People, For The Rights Of Workers, And I Have Been On Many A Picket Line For The Steelworkers Too.

Yes, I Heard My People Singing!-in The Glow Of Parlor Coal-stove And On Summer Porches Sweet With Lilac Air, From Choir Loft And Sunday Morning Pews-and My Soul Was Filled With Their Harmonies.