3 April 1968
“I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. ”
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
We’ll take the tired and weak,
And we’ll help them get strong;
They’ll sing their foreign song,
And we will sing along;
Where there is a broken dream,
We’ll work together to redeem;
And make sure there’s a lot of love
For every woman, child, and man
Thriving and flowing through the promise land.
Getting to the promise land,
Where dreams are made of steel;
And every person will learn to find they can
Cherish true freedom’s feel;
We’ll follow a winding road
Over mountains and through shifting sand,
When needed we will lend a hand
And make sure there is room for everyone
Waiting in the promise land
They may have left a distant shore,
Hunted woman, hopeless child,
Fleeing from violence and so much more;
To find there is no room at all,
No place to stand and no place to fall;
Now they are filled with dread
Asking us for their daily bread,
They have no shoes to wear,
No place to call their own.
Only this cross to bear;
They are the multitudes,
We must extend a helping hand;
And show there still is love
Living in the promise land.
We’ll make the dreams be real;
At long last for woman, child or man
To make a life and home,
After getting to the promise land.