Now the night has gone
Will the water take your place?
Where boats go by
And the people stand and wait
For the meek
For all the singing birds
For every song we leave before
Until the morning thief
Steals the humming of the Lord
And the black
Mississippi
Is it all bad news?
Who is throwing parties now we're through?
All the candles and fires
Every prayer and every psalm
And the black
Mississippi