#Americans #Blacks
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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—
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
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—
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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,
