| Well the night was dark and dreary
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| My old boy was tired and weary
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| As I listened to the tune of the raindrops
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| I could feel my pull, my listen
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| Like a cloud that started driftin'
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| To a heavenly city, where the rainbow stops
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| Then I heard a voice, the most glorious voice I ever heard
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| And I have no choice, I had to stay there and listen
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| To every word he has
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| Then I had a dream
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| Of folks walking side by side, blessed be the time
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| Their arms were open wide, tears of joy cried
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| 'Cause all of god’s children who were following, free at last
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| I fell deeply into a slumber
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| I saw friends I knew by the number
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| As a vision came clear in my head
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| There was no such thing as hunger
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| And crutches were needed no longer
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| I tossed and turned there in my bed
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| 'Til I saw a face, and in their heavenly face
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| I saw every pain felt by the human race, oh yes
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| I had a dream
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| That every stream was filled, every disease was cured
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| Every heart was true, and every stair was sure
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| 'Cause all of god’s children who were following, free at last
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| And I could hear them singing
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| (Glory glory, glory glory
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| Glory glory, glory glory
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| Hallelujah)
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| Yes
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| I saw a face, and in their heavenly face
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| I saw all the pain felt by the human race, oh yes
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| I had a dream
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| Of folks walking hand and hand, grazing the promise land
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| Not one hand knew a gun, and no furthermore was sung
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| No fear in any man, and no blood on any land
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| From the mountains of Tennessee, to the sea of Galilee
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| From the walls of Duralee, to the son of Tripoli
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| You know I could hear freedom call
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| It come from the China walls
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| To the Martha’s Loomer Hall, freedom was in the air
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| Freedom was anywhere, I had a dream
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| Oh don’t you know, I heard a dream
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| Oh don’t you know god, I heard a dream
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| Oh you know, I heard a dream |