Slaves

Little bird got a name
You call it Sparrow
Drop of water got a name
You call it rain
He is a man
But it's Slave you call him
You have seen his face

Don't you know his name?
When your fields come apart
You call their pardon
When the burrow grow green
Call it Sugarcane
He works your fields
Till he's old and weary
Still little boy you call him
Don't you know his name?

Without no name
It's a lot hard dirty
Without no name
Lord, no soul to save
When he's dead and gone
Who will remember him
Without no name to mark his grave? Water, water, water in a pail
Still the sweet rain and water

Little barrow in a cage
Sparrow just the same
But a man in chains
No, you can't call him nothing
But when his chains be gone
And his soul be his
When you call him Free
Then you'll know his name

Ohh, yeah
And then you'll know his name

Uhh, you know his name