A jornada de Rhiannon, em um sentido mais amplo, começou na região de Piedmont da Carolina do Norte, onde ela foi criada—uma área com um rico legado de música old-time, preta e branca, que Rhiannon exploraria com profundidade após a faculdade. Ela conheceu seus colegas de banda originais do Carolina Chocolate Drops em 2005 no Black Banjo Gathering em Boone, Carolina do Norte, e foi educada na música tradicional de Joe Thompson de Piedmont
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
NOTE: This was a request for this song to be done as a CHORD TAB in standard tuning in spite of it being a piano song. Please keep that in mind when playing and rating this tab.
INTRO: DCGAD DCGAG DGD DGD
VERSE: DG Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song DCD I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong DGD On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine CGDCGD And the choirs kept singing of freedom
VERSE: DG That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun DCD And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one DGD At an old baptist church there was no need to run CGDDGD And the choirs kept singing of freedom
VERSE: DG Now the clouds they were grey and the autumn wind blew DCD And Denise McNair brought the number to two DGD The falcon of death was a creature they knew CGD And the choirs kept singing of freedooooooom
VERSE: DG The church it was crowded, but no one could see DCD That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three DGD Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me CGDDGD And the choirs kept singing of freedom
VERSE: DG Young Carol Robertson entered the door DCD And the number her killers had given was four DGD She asked for a blessing but asked for no more CGD And the choirs kept singing of freedom
VERSE: DG On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground DCD And people all over the earth turned around DGD For no on recalled a more cowardly sound CGDDGD And the choirs kept singing of freedom
VERSE: DG Now the Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone DCD And we can't do much more than to sing you a song DGD I'll sing it so loudly you better sing along CGD And the choirs keep singing of freedom