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—

Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,

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…

In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...

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—

Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks

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