Liberty will come
Just as sure as the wind blows
Just as sure as the white rose
Grows in January and July
Freedom will have its day
Above oppression's storm the sunshine
Waits for the wind to blow the clouds away
Liberty will come

And a little child shall lead them
The Spirit of the Lord upon him
Guards his every step from danger's snare
A branch will grow out of the vine
The flower of justice blooms for everyone
Who dares inhale the rose's sweet perfume
Some day a little child shall lead them
And Liberty will come.

Thanks to Jose Marti for the line about the rose,
Isaiah, Chapter 11 for the first part of the chorus
and to
PILLARS OF STONE, PILLARS OF SALT
By Ebenezer Ramírez for the inspiration.

Dedicated to those brave journalists who contribute to www.cubafreepress.org, risking what little freedom they have, in their struggle to bring truth out of and democracy to a land oppressed.

© 1997 Unpublished Songs (SESAC)

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