Mine eyes have seen injustice in each city, town and state
Your jails are filled with black men
and your courts are white with hate
And with every bid for freedom someone whispers to us: wait
But the movement's moving on

Move on over or we'll move on over you
Move on over or we'll move on over you
Move on over or we'll move on over you
O the movement's moving on

It is you who are subversive
you're the killers of the dream
In a savage world of bandits it is you who are extreme
And you never take your earmuffs off
nor listen when we scream
O the movement's moving on

Your dove of peace with bloody beak sinks talons in a child
You bend the olive branch to make a bow
then with a smile
You string it with the lynch rope
you've been hiding all the while
But the movement's moving on

You conspire to keep us silent in the field and in the slum
You promise us the vote then sing us
"We Shall Overcome"
But John Brown knew what freedom was
and he died to win us some
O the movement's moving on

Move on over or we'll move on over you
Move on over or we'll move on over you
Move on over or we'll move on over you
O the movement's moving on

I declare my independence from the coward and the knave
I declare my independence from the fool and from the slave
I declare that I will fight for right
and fear no jail nor grave
O the movement's moving on

Many noble dreams are dreamed
by small and voiceless men
Many noble deeds are done the righteous to defend
We're here today, John Brown
to say we'll triumph in the end
O the movement's moving on