Slaves

Little bird got a name

You call it Sparrow

Drop of water got a name

You call it rain

He is a man

But it's "Slave" you call him

You have seen his face

Don't you know his name?

When your fields come apart

You call their pardon

When the burrow grow green

Call it "Sugarcane"

He works your fields

'Til he's old and weary

Still little boy you call him

Don't you know his name?

Without no name

It's a lot hard dirty

Without no name

Lord, no soul to save

When he's dead and gone

Who will remember him

Without no name to mark his grave? Water, water, water in a pail

Still the sweet rain and water

Little barrow in a cage

Sparrow just the same

But a man in chains

No, you can't call him nothing

But when his chains be gone

And his soul be his

When you call him "Free"

Then you'll know his name

Ohh..., yeah

And then you'll know his name

Uhh..., you know his name