The summer heat is rising from the cracked concrete Listen to the rhythm of the walking feet Everybody leaving their apartments behind Looking for a piece of the human mind We got the coolers on the sidewalk sitting in the sun Realizing that the many are stronger than the one Hallelujah Welcome to the stoop congregation Building up a brand new foundation No more living in the bitter divide We are throwing all the locked wooden doors open wide Step onto the pavement and take a little seat Take a seat Find the actual heartbeat of the street Mister Davis brought a folding chair down to the curb Talking about the city and planting the herb I see the young kids drawing with the colored chalk While the older folks lean on the railing to talk It is a simple kind of magic that we used to know Before we got lost in the artificial glow Hallelujah Welcome to the stoop congregation Building up a brand new foundation No more living in the bitter divide We are throwing all the locked wooden doors open wide Step onto the pavement and take a little seat Take a seat Find the actual heartbeat of the street We do not need a savior coming from the hill! No we do not We have got the muscle and we have got the will! Yes we do The power is sitting right here on the block! Working together on the neighborhood clock! Hallelujah Welcome to the stoop congregation Building up a brand new foundation No more living in the bitter divide We are throwing all the locked wooden doors open wide Step onto the pavement and take a little seat Take a seat Find the actual heartbeat of the street Just the clapping of the hands. Right here on the stoop. © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
