James Weldon Johnson

(Lullaby)

Mammy’s watchin’ by you all de w’ile;Daddy is a-wukin’ down in de cott’n fiel’,Wukin’ fu’ his little honey child.An’ yo’ mammy’s heart is jes a-brimmin’ full o’ lubFu’ you f’om yo’ head down to yo’ feet;Oh, no mattah w’at some othah folks may t’ink o’ you,To yo’ mammy’s heart you’s mighty sweet.You’s sweet to yo’…

Young man—

Your arm’s too short to box with God.But Jesus spake in a parable, and he said:A certain man had two sons.Jesus didn’t give this man a name,But his name is God Almighty.And Jesus didn’t call these sons by name,But ev’ry young man,Ev’rywhere,Is one of these two sons.And the younger son said to his father,He said:…

(On the Anniversary of Lincoln’s Birth)

Today look on us from above;On us, the offspring of thy faith,The children of thy Christ-like love.For that which we have humbly wrought,Give us today thy kindly smile;Wherein we’ve failed or fallen short,Bear with us, Father, yet awhile.Father, Father Abraham,Today we lift our hearts to thee,Filled with the thought of what great priceWas paid, that…

(Negro Love Song)

Southern summer night.Stars a-gleamin’ and a-glowin’,Moon jes shinin’ right.Strollin’, like all lovers do,Down de lane wid Lindy Lou;Honey on her lips to waste;‘Speck I’m gwine to steal a taste.Oh, ma lady’s lips am like de honey,Ma lady’s lips am like de rose;An’ I’m jes like de little bee a-buzzin’‘Round de flower wha’ de nectah grows.Ma…

I’m back down in ole Georgy w’ere de sun is shinin’ hot,

W’ere de cott’n is a-openin’ an’ a-w’itenin’ in de sun,An’ de ripenin’ o’ de sugah-cane is mighty nigh begun.An’ de locus’ is a-singin’ f’om eveh bush an’ tree,An’ you kin heah de hummin’ o’ de noisy bumblebee;An’ de mule he stan’s a-dreamin’ an’ a-dreamin’ in de lot,An’ de sun it is a-shinin’ mighty hot, hot,…

Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo’ bed,

Been a-kind o’ ailin’ all de day?Didn’t have no sperit fu’ to play?Never min’; to-morrer, w’en you wek,Daddy’s gwine to ride you on his bek,‘Roun’ an’ roun’ de cabin flo’ so fas’—Der! He’s closed his little eyes at las’.De little pickaninny’s gone to sleep,Cuddled in his trundle bed so tiny,De little pickaninny’s gone to sleep,Closed…