I remember the sweet words of freedom escape your lips, sugar stained and brightly colored
This freedom you spoke so kindly of, "The white winged Angel" I muttered
I got the thinking and hoping this freedom of a white winged angel would come and fly me away
So on a starlight night I awaited my flight, from night till day
But it never showed up my white wings of hope,
"Might as well rest my poor neck threw the loop of that rope"
"Stupid negro, only wings you'll see, are the ones you'll grow hanging from that tree"
the white devil told me
"say what you want I'll get my wings, one way or another"
I started to sing
and sure enough he marked my words
as the mountains moved that startled the birds,
The sun golden bright,
with all my might, I sang
"Say what you want I'll get my wings, one way or another
My voice all but screamed
Stepped on to a stool, rope lose but tight around my neck,
ain't bother to fight,
took one deep breath and sang some mo
Holding on to my life by the edge of my toe
"I'll get my wings, you wait and see"
"then you white devils can't bother with me"
He kicked the stool sound like a bouncing ball,
but to their surprise I didn't fall at all
Instead I flew,
Like I said I'd do
My wings so soft and white with a shade of blue,
my white winged angel showed up,"I'd knew you come through"
and my freedom I got as we both flew away,
now those mean white devils got nothing to say
