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

When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself

My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a

Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…

Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody