Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:

I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams

When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself

I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all

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

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done

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

Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody