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There’s no hiding place down here, There’s no hiding place down here, Oh I ran to the rock to hide my face The rock cried out, “No hiding place” No hiding place down there.
As a Kiwi girl in the 1960s, I remember singing along to this African-American spiritual at school and now here I was singing it again in a small church in Northland. Spirituals had catchy tunes