Married girl, married girl, rocks the cradle and cries

The sun shines o'er the westlin' hills by the lamplicht o' the moon

And I seem to hear it still -- Oh,
Vive l'amour, vive l'armadillo!

Who from danger and darkness bring power and light.

If I am forsaken, I'll not be forsworn,
And he's surely mistaken if he thinks that I'll mourn.
I'll get myself up in some right high degree
And pass as light by him as he can by me.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Too late! but never mind.

We drank in the kitchen, held no competition,

When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.

I hear the noise of wings.

Alle Menschen werden Brueder
Wo dein sanfter Fluegel weillt.

And she said, "I don't know, but you kiss just fine"

I reckon there's more things told than are true,
And more things true than are told.

She makes a small hole in the frost on the window.

Schon rief der Posten, "Sie blasen Zapfenstreich --
Es kann drei Tage kosten." "Kam'rad, ich komme gleich."

Just see what the boys in the backroom will have --

Say, don't you remember? I'm your pal.
Brother, can you spare a dime?

Way down yonder in a wooden trough,
An old woman died of the whooping cough.

Chickens crowing on Sourwood Mountain.

Where many a rooster like himself sat waiting for his tea.

Walking in his footsteps in the sweet delta dawn.

Signs of scurvy in their eyes and only mermaids on their minds

No clear-cut beginnings, and so far no dead ends.

Freight yards full of old black men
...
Thru the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.

I sent all my kids to school.
Now they think that I'm a fool.
They don't like me 'cause I spit.
Man, this love's a crock of shit.

I have seen a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My Grace shall deal.
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel....