in the mist, sing a song (1800's American Slave Trade)
He is my owner And not my leader He is in charge And he has power The power to hurt And the power to take But the power to heal Lays unused and fake The power to like And to forgive Are powers my leader Not my boss, truly lives For my leader he knows me He leads me He loves me And though he bends to the will of our boss He leads us along He makes us all strong In the mist, sing a song Of our strength carry on And though owner may be mean And though work may be hard I know my Leader will lead And my Leader will guard For my Leader he knows me He leads me He loves me In the mist, sing a song Of our strength carry on Inspired by the slave trades in the 1800's, and the many cotton-slaves who dared to follow another master; a leader, not an owner