I'm calling on every nation, Every generation, you are worthy of love and celebration, This is a tribute to you, This is a tribute to you.
Tell me why are you hiding that shine inside your star, Aren't you sick of fighting, The person that you are, There is a better way, Think about it, Be about it, Know your worth, And never doubt it, Rise above it, Push and shove it, Till you make them haters love it, Do what you do, Be authentically you, Cause who you are is magic,
Don't get lost in all the static.
This is for the mothers, Sisters and brothers, Young and old lovers, Every skin color, This is for the babies, Gentlemen and ladies, Cause who you are is magic, Don't get lost in all the static.
I'm calling on every nation, Every generation, You are worthy of love and celebration, This is a tribute to you, This is a tribute to you.
This is for the mothers, Sisters and brothers, Young and old lovers, Every skin color, This is for the babies, Gentlemen and ladies, The sane and the crazies, The weeds and the daisies, You're pretending, So that you fit in the crowd, But you weren't made to blend in, You were made to stand out.
Think about it, Be about it, Know your worth, And never doubt it, Rise above it, Push and shove it, Till you make them haters love it, Do what you do, Be authentically you.
Cause who you srte is magic, Don't get lost in all the static.
I'm calling on every nation, Every generation, you are worthy of love and celebration, This is a tribute to you, This is a tribute to you.

Something in these four walls, That helps me to breathe, Draws me in, holds me close and, Gives me what I need.
Lifts me up when I'm down, Such a sweet and sunny sound, Lifts me up when I'm down, This is just like what we dreamed about.
Lifts me up when I'm down, Such a sweet and sunny sound, Brings me in, leads me home, Gives me space to rest my bones.
Something in these four walls, That helps me to breathe, Draws me in, holds me close and, Gives me what I need.

All my trials Lord, Soon be over

Verse 1

I had a little book, it was given to me

And on every page, selles Liberty

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Verse 2

If religion was a thing that money could buy

The rich would live, and the poor would die

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Bridge

Too late my brothers, too late

But never mind.

All my trials Lord.

Soon be over

Verse 3

If Malcolm and Martin were living today

They’d look around, what would they say

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Bridge

Too late my brothers too late

But never mind

All my trials Lord Soon be over

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau