Well, we sailed across the ocean
'Bout a hundred years ago
And we landed in New England
In the February snow
From the hills of Appellation
To the Kansas Prairie wind
All the way into Selena's
To the valley of our sin
Somewhere east of Eden
When I'm buried in the ground
I'll be singing like a guardian
Angel looking down
Let my people go
Let my people go
Let the bells of freedom ring
Let the blood cry from the ground
Let the tribes of every nations
Come and hear that trumpet sound
Somewhere east of Eden
Went to dust I do return
Let the gates of heaven close
And let the hells of fire burn
Let my people go
Let my people go
Take us unto heaven
Write our names upon your hands
I can hear the traitor coming
Rolling through the promise land
Let the stories all come true
Take the sorrow with our heart
Let us sing new song forever
May we never be apart
Let my people go
Let my people go
Let my people go, go, go
Let my people go
Let my people go