Full Lyrics of Songs in The March

“Keep Your Eyes on the Prize (Eyes on the Prize)”

Lyrics from: http://gospelmusic.org.uk/h-m/keep_your_eyes_on_the_prize.htm

Paul and Silas bound in jail
Had no money for to go to their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Paul and Silas
Thought they was lost
Dungeon shook and
The chains came off

Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Freedom’s name is mighty sweet
And soon we’re gonna meet
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

I got my hand on a gospel plow
Won’t take nothing for the journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Only chain that a man can stand
Is that chain o’ hand on hand
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

I’m gonna board that big Greyhound
Carry the lover from town to town
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

REFRAIN
Hold on, Hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

The only thing I did was wrong
Was stayin’ in the wilderness too long
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

The only thing we did was right
Was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

REFRAIN

 “We Shall Overcome”

Lyrics from: http://www.negrospirituals.com/songs/we_shall_overcome.htm

We shall overcome, we shall overcome,
We shall overcome someday
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome someday.

We’ll walk hand in hand, we’ll walk hand in hand,
We’ll walk hand in hand someday
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We’ll walk hand in hand someday.

We are not afraid, we are not afraid,
We are not afraid today
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We are not afraid today.

We shall live in peace, we shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace someday
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We shall live in peace someday.

Odetta performs on the outdoor stage at the March on Washington.

Still from The March by James Blue (1964).

Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over me
And before I’d be a slave I’d be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
No more mourning, no more mourning, no more mourning over me
And before I’d be a slave I’d be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over me
And before I’d be a slave I’d be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
Come, go with me to that land
Come, go with me to that land
Go with me to that land
Where I’m bound

Come, go with me to that land
Come, go with me to that land
Go with me to that land
Where I’m bound.

There’s no kneeling in that land
There’s no kneeling in that land
No kneeling in that land
Where I’m bound

There’s no kneeling in that land
There’s no kneeling in that land
No kneeling in that land
Where I’m bound.

Come and go with me to that land
Come and go with me to that land
Go with me to that land
Where I’m bound

Come and go with me to that land
Come and go with me to that land
Go with me to that land
Where I’m bound.

I’m on my way
And I won’t turn back
I’m on my way
And I won’t turn back
I’m on my way
And I won’t turn back
I’m on my way
Hey, I’m on my way

“We Shall Not Be Moved” (Pete Seeger version)

Lyrics from: https://genius.com/Pete-seeger-we-shall-not-be-moved-lyrics

REFRAIN
We shall not, we shall not be moved.
We shall not, we shall not be moved.
Just like a tree that’s standing by the waters
We shall not be moved.
We’re young and old together, we shall not be moved.
We’re young and old together, we shall not be moved.

REFRAIN

We’re women and men together, we shall not be moved.
We’re women and men together, we shall not be moved.

REFRAIN

“Freedom” Chant

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom! (Repeat)

“We Are Soldiers in the Army”/Freedom Song

Lyrics from: Hands on the Freedom Plow: Personal Accounts by Women in SNCC (dedication page)

REFRAIN
We are soldiers in the army
We got to fight although we have to cry
We got to hold up the freedom banner
We got to hold it up until we die
My mother was a soldier
She had her hands on the freedom plow
She said, “One day I’ll get old, I can’t fight on anymore
But Lord I’ll stand here and fight on anyhow.”

REFRAIN

I’m glad I’m a soldier
I got my hands on the freedom plow
One day I’ll get old, can’t fight on anymore
But Lord I’ll stand here and fight on anyhow.

REFRAIN

“Hang on Freedom/I’m Gonna Walk the Walk”

Hang on freedom,
Hallelu (Hallelu), hallelu (hallelu), hallelujah.

I’m gonna walk the walk, I’m gonna talk the talk. (2x)

La Borinqueña” (Official Territorial Anthem of Puerto Rico)

Lyrics from: http://welcome.topuertorico.org/bori.shtml

La tierra de Borinquén
donde he nacido yo,
es un jardín florido
de mágico fulgor.

Un cielo siempre nítido
le sirve de dosel
y dan arrullos plácidos
las olas a sus pies.

Cuando a sus playas llegó Colón;
Exclamó lleno de admiración;
“Oh!, oh!, oh!, esta es la linda
tierra que busco yo”.

Es Borinquén la hija,
la hija del mar y el sol,
del mar y el sol,
del mar y el sol,
del mar y el sol,
del mar y el sol.

A group of people in straw hats march and wave flags.

Still from The March by James Blue (1964).

“Demonstratin’ GI” (Refrain)

Lyrics from: http://sncclegacyproject.org/matthew-jones

I’m a demonstratin’ GI from Fort Bragg,
And the way you treat my people, it makes me mad.
You know that I couldn’t stand still
Because my home is in Danville.

“He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands” (as sung by Marian Anderson in The March)

He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the big round world in his hands,
He’s got the wide world in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.

He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands
He’s got the moon and the stars in his hands
He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands
He’s got the whole world in his hands

He’s got the little bitsy baby in his hands
He’s got the little bitsy baby in his hands
He’s got the little bitsy baby in his hands
He’s got the whole world in his hands.

He’s got you and me, brother, in his hands
He’s got you and me, sister, in his hands
He’s got you and me, brother, in his hands
He’s got the whole world in his hands.

Oh he’s got everybody in his hands
He’s got everybody in his hands
He’s got everybody here right in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
Marian Anderson sings at a podium in front of a crowd.
Marian Anderson sings at the March on Washington. Still from The March by James Blue (1964).