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Those Three Are On My Mind

Pete Seeger
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I think of Andy in the cold wet clay
Those three are on my mind
With his comrades down beside him on that brutal day
Those three are on my mind

There lies young James in his mortal pain
Those three are on my mind
While my tears keep falling like the rain, like the rain,
Those three are on my mind

I see blue-eyed Michael with his blue-eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind

But I breathe yet and for some the sky is bright
I cannot give up hoping for a morning light
So I ask the killers "Do you sleep at night?"
Those three are on my mind
Those three are on my mind

I see the tin-roofed shanties where my brothers live
Those three are on my mind
And the burned-out churches where they sing "we forgive"
Those three are on my mind

While on the backwoods road still ride the hooded bands
Poisoning the air through the good southlands
And so I ask the killers, "Can you ever wash your hands?"
Those three are on my mind
Those three are on my mind

There sit the mighty judges handing down the law
Those three are on my mind
In their marble courthouse we are filled with awe
Those three are on my mind

I know of Tom Paine's watered tree
I know the price of liberty
But I must ask the question that must burn in me
Did they also burn the courthouse when they killed those three?
Those three are on my mind
Those three are on my mind
Those three are on my mind


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