#Americans #Blacks
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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…
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
