A Church Is Burning
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


A church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying a-glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying,
"You can burn down my churches but I shall be free."

Three hooded men through the back road did creep
Torches in their hands while the village lies asleep
Down to the church where just hours before
Voices were singing and hands were beating
And saying I won't be a slave any more.

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying a-glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying,
"You can burn down my churches but I shall be free."

Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark
Then they faded in the night and they vanished in the dark
And in the cold light of morning there's nothing that remains
But the ashes of a bible and can of kerosene.

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying a-glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying,
"You can burn down my churches but I shall be free."

A church is more than just timber and stone
And freedom is a dark road when you're walking it alone
But the future is now, and it's time to take a stand
So the lost bells of freedom can ring out in my land.

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying a-glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying
"You can burn down our churches but I shall be free."

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Written by: PAUL SIMON

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comichound

A Church Is Burning
© 1965 Words and Music by Paul Simon

A church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying, the fire is saying
“You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free”

Three hooded men thru the back road did creep
Torches in their hands, while the village lies asleep
Down to the church, where just hours before
Voices were singing and hands were beating
And saying “I won’t be a slave any more”

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying
“You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free”

Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark
Then they faded in the night, and they vanished in the dark
And in the cold light of morning, there’s nothing that remains
But the ashes of a Bible and can of kerosene

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying, the fire is saying
“You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free”

A church is more than just timber and stone
And freedom is a dark road when you’re walking it alone
But the future is now, and it’s time to take a stand
So the lost bells of freedom can ring out in my land

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying
“You can burn down our churches, but I shall be free”




"For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery."
- Galatians 5:1 (ESV)



Fenton Hardy

A church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
They grow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
The fire ascends
You can burn down my churches
But I shall be free

Three hooded men through the back roads did creep
Torches in their hands while the village lies asleep
Down to the church where, just hours before
Voices were singing, and
Hands were meeting, and
Saying, "I won't be a slave anymore"

A church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
They glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
The fire ascends
You can burn down my churches
But I shall be free

Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark
And they faded in the night, they vanished in the dark
And in the cold light of morning, there was nothing that remained
But the ashes of a Bible and a can of kerosene

A church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
They glow in the sky
Like hands that are prayin'
The fire ascends
You can burn down my churches
But I shall be free

A church is more than just timber and stone
And freedom is a dark road when you're walking it alone
But the future is now, and it's time to take a stand
So the lost bells of freedom can ring out in my land

A church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
They glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
The fire ascends
You can burn down my churches
But I shall be free

There you go.



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comichound

A Church Is Burning
© 1965 Words and Music by Paul Simon

A church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying, the fire is saying
“You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free”

Three hooded men thru the back road did creep
Torches in their hands, while the village lies asleep
Down to the church, where just hours before
Voices were singing and hands were beating
And saying “I won’t be a slave any more”

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying
“You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free”

Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark
Then they faded in the night, and they vanished in the dark
And in the cold light of morning, there’s nothing that remains
But the ashes of a Bible and can of kerosene

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying, the fire is saying
“You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free”

A church is more than just timber and stone
And freedom is a dark road when you’re walking it alone
But the future is now, and it’s time to take a stand
So the lost bells of freedom can ring out in my land

And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky
Like hands that are praying the fire is saying
“You can burn down our churches, but I shall be free”




"For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery."
- Galatians 5:1 (ESV)

pureownageftw

Notre Dame is burning and here I am at 2 in the morning listening to this song.

mauranius

Indeed one of the most underrated Simon & Garfunkel songs

ccolemanification

I was a History teacher and when it was my time to give an assembly to the whole school I used this and Labi Siffre's (Something Inside) So Strong to illustrate brave lives and commitment to what is right. Many teenagers who seemed to be hardened to the world would tell me the experience had the hair standing up on the back of their necks. Simply wonderful the way it can move you.

lucas scavello

This song, the sounds of silence and he was my brother are some of Paul Simon's most powerful songs

Alejandra Soto

Powerful song, one of the best from Simon and Garkunkel. Love the harmonies, the lyrics, the guitar!

Mike Dickman

It's Juneteenth 2020 and I'm listening to the most relevant song, written in 1963 performed in 1967 and so very much today.

JEFFMM71

i love this song, its such a great song, i think they should have put it on one of thier albums. it has such a strong message, great song!

Kyler Schmitz

I'm not religious but a church is more than timber and stone and I love this song!

Stephane Van Der Merwe

Man, my YouTube recommendations are really up to date with the news haha

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