Hermes flew on wings yesterday
My friend grady did say
How ya getting along, she’s like a song
She’s on the amtrak ramble through Georgia
The high noon heat blue nailed to skies
Lilies on a surface of lies
From dust we came to dust we return
The tired dirt road of Georgia
Keep the memory of the weeping time alive
Keep the memory of the weeping time alive
We resist, we persist, we insist, we resist
Keep the memory of the weeping time alive
From the cradle to the grave in the home of the brave
Every row we will hoe
We toil and work all day, river marks the waterway
The altamha river of Georgia
Birds circle and wheel in formation
O’er the butler island plantation
Enslaved people are sold down in savannah
Oh the auction block of Georgia
Time steps onto the train
Time with her dominant refrain
How many drowned
How many survived
How many were caught again
If the water could weep
If the dogs could speak
Stories are etched in the bones of the gullah
The ways are old down here
Olde oak, Spanish moss, turtles and gators
We sing the memory of the gullah
The Moon comes out onto the sky
She is all shimmering and shy
She lays herself down to cry
Four egrets cry
Keep the memory of the weeping time alive
Keep the memory of the weeping time alive
We resist, we resist, we insist
Keep the memory of the weeping time alive
