Our Time Will Come

Robin Hood and Little John are walking through the forest in the springtime

They sit and kiss awhile beneath the branches of a sycamore

Robin says I love you John but this is not an outlaw’s image.

I think that we should stick to stealing riches for the sick and poor.

Then he said, our time will come, our time will come. Our time will come.

Mrs Pankhurst over tea, pondering her equality, celebrates

The fact that she could act and cast her parliamentary vote that day

Is being held in high esteem, like men, a foolish fancy dream? she wonders

Equal rights of sexuality and equal rates of pay

And she thinks, our time will come, our time will come. Our time will come.

1920s USA a black guy and a white girl are embracing

She says we can’t keep doing this and hoping no one else will see

Despite their love, reluctantly they part and plot their paths in different orbits

Before the young guy’s caught and lynched and swinging from the nearest tree

And she said, our time will come, our time will come. Our time will come