Key: F major•
Verse 1
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I was walking in Savannah past
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When slowly through the window came a
My sympathy awakened and a wonder
quickly grew
in a little colored pew
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couple sat
in sorrow nearly wild
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I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried
southern trips
Verse 3
Then rose a sad,
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old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward
The simplicity and shrewdness
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in his Ethiopian face
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Showed the wisdom and the ignorance of a crushed,
undying race
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Verse 4
And he said, "Now don't be weepin'
for this pretty bit of clay
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For the little boy who lived there has
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But his sho nough father wanted him in the
big house up above
Verse 5
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The Lord didn't give you that baby, by no hundred thousand
miles
and he lent it for a while
your hearts were bigger grown
now, are just interest on the loan
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Just think my poor dear mourners creeping long on sorrow?s
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way
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What a blessed picnic this
In the angels 'tender garden of
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sparkle
at the pretty things he view
"I want my parents too"
teach that little boy a song
soon be comin' 'long
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And so my poor dear mourners,
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let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to criticizn' the
got the right to take away
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now and ever, let us pray
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