in my backyard
green grass grows
and flowers bloom in the spring
and little black girls sing
freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
tip toe to full blown
the minds eye wanders
to places unknown
and little black girls sing
freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
fluffy dandelions blow
linger in the air…
then fall like snow
and little black girls sing
freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
weeds sprout year round
golden strands sway 		like hips
to a moroccan drum sound
and little black girls sing
freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
long thorns shoot	 
from berry bushes 	closing in
with poison at the root
and little black girls sing
freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
stretching tall i stand
in search of the promise land
i peek through cracks/stare through holes 
beyond the fence where nobody knows		i exist
and little black girls sing
freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
peaks the sun
after five nights of pouring rain
the day anew begun
and little black girls sing…