They came with vicious dogs;
They came with clubs and ropes;
They came with guns and tear gas;
They came with galloping horses;
They came with hate and fear;
Oh God! They came to maul and kill!
But we just kept on marching…
Rattling the broken chains behind—
Arms and hands fastened by bonds of love.
With pride, dignity and audacious faith before us;
With the glorious cloud of God above us,
We just kept on marching—Marching.
Marching up to freedom land:
Singing glory…glory…glory…
Here we are—Fifty years later,
Still marching and singing new songs
In the same old strange land.