Where the Cross Don’t Burn

We were white and they were black
And our lives
They were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every mornin'
At that river bend
It's where I learned about Jesus
From my only black friend
And sometimes we'd sit and stare
Up at the sky
I could see the hope of heaven in his eyes

In the land where the cotton grows
In a time when change camе slow
Just beyond the point of no return
A whitе boy and a black old man
On the tracks walkin' hand in hand
That's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn

He'd tell me, "Money doesn't matter
Nor the color of your skin
You can stumble, even fall
And still get up again
'Cause it ain't about the deeds
Good or bad that we have done
All we have to do is love
To be disciples of the Son"
And we'd join hands and bow
Our heads to pray
And he told me that he loved me every day

In the land where the cotton grows
In a time when change came slow
Just beyond the point of no return
A white boy and a black old man
On the tracks walkin' hand in hand
That's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn

Yeah, we're all gathered here this
Mornin' at this river bend
To say our last goodbyes to
My very best friend
As his ashes slowly float away
We know it's only 'til
We meet again someday

In the land where the cotton grows
In a time when change came slow
Just beyond the point of no return
A young boy and a kind old man
On the tracks walkin' hand in hand
That's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn