|Eb	   |Bb   | |Ab  |Eb  Bb|Eb
A church is burn - - - - ing

   |           |Ab  Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb
the flames rise high - er

    |		   |Gm    |Fm
like hands that are pray - ing

   |Ab         |Bb |Fm  Bb
a - glow in the sky

    |Eb		   |
Like hands that are praying 

   |Ab   Gm Fm |Eb
the fi - re is  saying,

	|Ab	     |Eb
"You can burn down my churches 

   |Bb7        |Eb	 Bb|Eb	Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb  Fm  
but I shall be - e free."


	    |		 |Eb 	       |     |
Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep

Fm		|
Torches in their hands while

   |Eb		  |	|
the village lies a-sleep

Ab	Fm |Eb		
Down to the church where

    |Db	       |Eb  | 	
just   hours be-fore

Ab     Fm  |Eb	       |
voices were singing and

Ab    Fm  |Eb	      |
hands were beating and 

Ab     Bb|Eb	    |Bb	      |Eb   |
saying I  won't be a slave any-more.




     |Eb       |Bb   | |Ab  |Eb  Bb|Eb
And a church is burn - - - - ing

   |           |Ab  Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb
the flames rise high - er

    |		   |Gm    |Fm
like hands that are pray - ing

   |Ab         |Bb |Fm  Bb
a - glow in the sky

    |Eb		   |
Like hands that are praying 

   |Ab   Gm Fm |Eb
the fi - re is  saying,

	|Ab	     |Eb
"You can burn down my churches 

   |Bb7        |Eb	 Bb|Eb	Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb  |Fm  
but I shall be - e free."



	    |		 |Eb 	       |    
Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark 

         |Fm          |
Then they faded in the night

        |Eb             |
and they vanished in the dark

          |Ab	      Fm|Eb		
And in the cool light of morning

       |Ab           Fm|Eb
there's nothing that re-mains

       |Ab       |Eb	       
But the ashes of a bible and

 |Bb7	     |Eb
a can of kero-sene



     |Eb       |Bb   | |Ab  |Eb  Bb|Eb
And a church is burn - - - - ing

   |           |Ab  Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb
the flames rise high - er

    |		   |Gm    |Fm
like hands that are pray - ing

   |Ab         |Bb |Fm  Bb
a - glow in the sky

    |Eb		   |
Like hands that are praying 

   |Ab   Gm Fm |Eb
the fi - re is  saying,

	|Ab	     |Eb
"You can burn down my churches 

   |Bb7        |Eb	 Bb|Eb	Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb  |Fm  
but I shall be - e free."


	   |		  |Eb 	     |     |
A church is more than just timber and stone

   |Fm          |
And freedom is a dark road

           |Eb          |
When you're walking it a-lone

       |Ab     Fm|Eb		
But the future is now

        |Ab          Fm|Eb
and it's time to take a stand

      |Ab           |Eb	       
So the lost bells of freedom

    |Bb7          |Eb
can ring out in my land



    |Eb       |Bb   | |Ab  |Eb  Bb|Eb
And a church is burn - - - - ing

   |           |Ab  Bb|Eb  Bb|Eb
the flames rise high - er

    |		   |Gm    |Fm
like hands that are pray - ing

   |Ab         |Bb |Fm  Bb
a - glow in the sky

    |Eb		   |
Like hands that are praying 

   |Ab   Gm Fm |Eb
the fi - re is  saying,

	|Ab	   Fm|Eb      |Cm   |
"You can burn down my churches 

   |Ab  |  Bb|  | Ab    Fm|Eb	 Bb|Eb	Fm|Eb  Bb|Eb  |  
but I - I - I - I shall be free."