John Coltrane - Peter Sarstedt

Negro faces lined with sorrow pained with tears

Crying for an unborn baby

Waiting for that unborn

Pain

And your leaders they’re all fading

But young men hear the call of freedom everywhere

Freedom from all wasted violence

Freedom from that manmade

Rain

Oh, I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane

Yes, I sentence you to thirty years

Yes I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane

Oh I sentence you to thirty years

Heard the man see its a free country

But only if you stay behind the walls

Walls that lock out upraised voices

Walls that echo freedom

And it’s cage remain

And it’s cage remain

I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane

Yes I sentence you to thirty years

And the politics of a murder

Branded on the leader’s face

And it hides his eyes

Oh he hides it from his heartfelt feelings

Thinking only of

His world again

Oh his world again

Yes I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane

Oh I sentence you to thirty years