Presented in class: April 6
From BeeBop To Summer of Soul
Oh the places a black face can go
Black people rejoice for it is our time
Do you hear my trumpet sing?
Black people come alive
Do you feel the revolution in the croon of my voice
Do you feel our change coming?
Oh black faces in the crowd do you feel my soul?
Black faces as you sway and swing
Do you feel the change that our voice will bring
Black people this is our voice!
When our trumpet is bent it sings an even more beautiful tune
Black faces once again ignored by white society
This is not for them this is for us
This is our joy
This is our moment
This is our soul