`Harry T. Moore' folk song lyrics

A folk song from December 2016 to mark the 65th anniversary of assassination of Florida NAACP activist Harry T. Moore and his wife, Harriette, on Christmas night in 1951.

(lyrics)
On Christmas night
In 1951
A bomb it did explode
And in the house above
Sleeping in his bed
Harry T. Moore was killed.

(chorus)
From Mims, Florida
Its NAACP he led
He fought for the right to vote
And against cops killing prisoners.

His wife, Harriette,
Was also
Injured in the blast
And in a hospital
9 days later
She, too, breathed her last. (chorus)

The murder of the Moores
Some called
A lynching of a special kind
And the Florida police
Never did arrest
The assassins who committed this crime. (chorus)

But thousands rose up
To take the place
Of the martyred Harry T. Moore
And they continue to fight
And they won't give up
Until the racist System falls. (chorus)

Yes, on Christmas night
In 1951
A bomb it did explode
And in the house above
Sleeping in his bed
Harry T. Moore was killed.