Gather Up In The Arms Of Your

To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.

These Feet Have Walked Ten Thousand Miles Working For White Folks And Another Ten Thousand Keeping Up With Colored.

When You Turn The Corner And You Run Into Yourself Then You Know That You Have Turned All The Corners That Are Left.

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

I Dream A World... Where Wretchedness Will Hang Its Head And Joy, Like A Pearl, Attends The Needs Of All Mankind. Of Such I Dream, My World!