When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down,
When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and round,
When old Jack Frost is sparkling on the ...... more »
You and your whole race.
Look down upon the town in which you live
And be ashamed.... more »
Way Down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
They hung my black young lover... more »
This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,... more »
My name is Johnson--
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I'm smart that way.... more »
The buzzards gather —
Noting the last struggle
Of flesh under weather,... more »
My old mule,
He's gota grin on his face.
He's been a mule so long
He's forgotten about his race.... more »
When the old junk man Death
Comes to gather up our bodies
And toss them into the sack of oblivion,
I wonder if he will find... more »
The census man,
The day he came round,
Wanted my name
To put it down.... more »
I woke up this mornin’
’Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.... more »
It is in this sick room
Where on the bed
A silent woman lies between two lovers-... more »
I got to leave this town.
It’s a lonesome place.
Got to leave this town cause
It’s a lonesome place.... more »
I was so sick last night I
Didn’t hardly know my mind.
So sick last night I
Didn’t know my mind.... more »
This is a song for the genius child.
Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Sing it softly as ever you can -
Lest the song get out of hand.... more »
He glides so swiftly
Back into the grass-
Gives me the courtesy of road
To let me pass,... more »
Dear dream of utter aliveness-
Touching my body of utter death-
Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,... more »
When Susanna Jones wears red
her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown by the ages.
Come with a blast of trumphets, Jesus!... more »
The gold moth did not love him
So, gorgeous, she flew away.
But the gray moth circled the flame
Until the break of day.... more »
Let's go see Old Abe
Sitting in the marble and the moonlight,
Sitting lonely in the marble and the moonlight,... more »
The rent man knocked.
He said, Howdy-do?
I said, What
Can I do for you?... more »
When you turn the corner
And you run into yourself
Then you know that you have turned
All the corners that are left... more »
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.
But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?
And how would it be
If one 2 was me?
Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?