Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.

We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark

When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening