The slave fought back... with spade and hoe, And sometimes with bare hands, Swift feet ran down... the darkened road, To escape... from slavery's land.
Wasn't that a time... A time to try... The human soul? Wasn't that a terrible time?
Brave people walked... the picket lines, And faced the bosses' rage, They held aloft... their picket signs, To demand... a living wage.
Wasn't that a time, etc.
The bombs fell down... on Vietnam, They brought a napalm rain. Young men refused... to go to war, And they saved... the faith again.
Wasn't that a time, etc.
The racists come... in camouflage, To tear our nation down. But we shall stand... hand in hand, Upon our faith... and hold our ground.
Isn't this a time... A time to try... The human soul? Isn't this a terrible time?
Isn't this a time... A time to free... The human soul? Isn't this a wonderful time?