From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

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

When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de

I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.

I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done

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,

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

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

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