Harriet Tubman

We'll slide along
Along the river's edge
We'll carve a song
We'll carve a song
Upon the willow branch
I cut the letters
I cut the letters
I cut the letters
I cut the letters
She sings to me

And that day will come
Along the river's edge
When they find a song
They'll find a song
Upon the willow branch
They'll touch the letters
They'll touch the letters
They'll touch the letters
And hear what she sang to me