Let me dream of another morn
ing and a time so long ago
When the sweet magnolias blossomed,
cotton fields were white as snow
and he lived by the river bend.
Thinking back, I still remember,
I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, don't go near that river,
don't go hanging around old
But come the morning, I'd always be there,
walking in his footsteps in the sweet
Born a slave in the town of
Traded for a chestnut mare
Still he never spoke in anger
Mama said, don't go near that river
Don't go hangin' round old
Walkin' in his footsteps in
Let me dream of another morn
ing and a time so long ago
When the sweet magnolias blossomed,
cotton fields were white as snow