Standard (EADGBE)
A church is burn - - - - ing
the flames rise high - er
like hands that are pray - ing
a - glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fi - re is saying,
"You can burn down my churches
but I shall be - e free."
Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep
Torches in their hands while
the village lies a-sleep
Down to the church where
just hours be-fore
voices were singing and
hands were beating and
saying I won't be a slave any-more.
And a church is burn - - - - ing
the flames rise high - er
like hands that are pray - ing
a - glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fi - re is saying,
"You can burn down my churches
but I shall be - e free."
Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark
Then they faded in the night
and they vanished in the dark
And in the cool light of morning
there's nothing that re-mains
But the ashes of a bible and
a can of kero-sene
And a church is burn - - - - ing
the flames rise high - er
like hands that are pray - ing
a - glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fi - re is saying,
"You can burn down my churches
but I shall be - e free."
A church is more than just timber and stone
And freedom is a dark road
When you're walking it a-lone
But the future is now
and it's time to take a stand
So the lost bells of freedom
can ring out in my land
And a church is burn - - - - ing
the flames rise high - er
like hands that are pray - ing
a - glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fi - re is saying,
"You can burn down my churches
but I - I - I - I shall be free."