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

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

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

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left

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

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 could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,