#Americans #Blacks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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.…
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: