This song is available on Jonathan Sprout's
Seventh & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA,
Second floor apartment, hot summer day.
Young Mr. Jefferson, thoughts swirling in his head,
Holds high his hopes and dreams that freedom isn’t dead.
History is on the brink. His pen dips into the ink.
What he wrote
It was a Declaration of an emerging nation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident
All men are created equal.
And on it went.
Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness…
He spelled democracy and nothing less.
He made it crystal clear
So all the world could hear.
Let justice kick the King out and send his troops away.
Let freedom bells ring out our Independence Day!
Many thanks to Jonathan Sprout for permission to display these lyric excerpts. Introduction speech courtesy of Microsoft Encarta.
Copyright 2000, Kanukatunes (ASCAP)
Used with permission.