Oh, their momma found them before the morning sun.
She saw them, down by the river.
Her two beautiful children.
Brother and sister.
Neither one breathing.
Mommas screaming, pleading.
“Lord don't take them from me!”
But it's too late, their souls have moved on.
She found them, dead by the river.
Her two beautiful children.
Brother and sister.
Victims of a lynching, an unlawful killing.
Mommas weeping.
“Have a little mercy.”
She found them before the morning sun, their souls already gone.
Her two beautiful children.
Brother and sister.
Dead by the river.
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