From the color of the faces in Sunday songs To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on Once upon a time in this country, long ago She knew there was something wrong Because the song said "yellow, red, black, and white Every one precious in the path of Christ" But what about the daughter Of the woman cleaning their house? Wasn't she a child they were singin' about? And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin Why didn't her white mother invite them in? When did it become a room for no blacks to step in? How did she already know not to ask the question? Left lasting impressions Adolescent's comfort's gone She never thought things would ever change, But she always knew there was something wrong.