DRINKIN' OF THE WINE
If my mother ask you for me, tell her I gone to Gallerlee,
I ought to a been there four thousand years ago,
To drinking of the wine.
Drinkin' of the wine, drinkin' of the wine,
Drinkin' of the wine, drinkin' of the wine.
Christ was there four thousand years ago,
Drinkin' of the wine.
You may mourn, sinner, mourn, the Lord help you to mourn;
Christ was there four thousand years ago,
Drinkin' of the wine.
From: Odum and Johnson, The Negro and His Songs (1925; 1968, p. 136)
~Masato