The Sun, The Hero Of Every Day,

The Morning Air Was Like A New Dress. That Made Her Feel The Apron Tied Around Her Waist. She Untied It And Flung It On A Low Bush Beside The Road And Walked On, Picking Flowers And Making A Bouquet… From Now On Until Death She Was Going To Have Flower Dust And Springtime Sprinkled Over Everything.

I Do Not Weep At The World I Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.

Night Came Walking Through Egypt Swishing Her Black Dress.

So The Brother In Black Offers To These United States The Source Of Courage That Endures, And Laughter.

When We Sing The Blues, We're Singin' Out Our Hearts, We're Singing Out Our Feelings. Maybe We're Hurt And Just Can't Answer Back, Then We Sing Or Maybe Even Hum The Blues.