The Ballad of Patrick Henry (scratch version)

Songs From Nowhere Project

oh patrick henry, it’s come to pass
that your legacy is made of glass
for you sing of death and liberty
but your freedom’s for those who look like me

oh patrick henry
oh patrick henry

well the men you owned, you held them down
your weakness it became your crown
and when you died you should have set them free
but you left them chained for all to see

oh patrick henry
oh patrick henry

well you pushed the troops into illinois land
the red man’s blood is on your hands
and the indians were crucified
in the lonely ditch where wisdom died

oh patrick henry
oh patrick henry

well wisdom’s daughter walks alone
where the slain cry out from among the stones
and patrick’s children hold the reins
their fingers clasped round their stolen games

oh patrick henry
oh patrick henry