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…

We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark

'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!

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.…

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

Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening

Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill

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—

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

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