Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!

My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…

Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,

It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.