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Recorded by hank williams, sr. Writer: fred rose I was walking in savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew til I found myself envired in a little colored pew. Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow, nearly wild On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child I could picture him while livin, curly hair, protuding lips Id seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips. Rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk With a manner sorta awkward, and countenance grotesque The simplicity and shrewdness in his eithopian face Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed, undying race. And he said, "now dont be weepin for this pretty bit of clay For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away He was doin very finely and he appreciates your love But his shore nuff father wanted him in the big house up above. The lord didnt give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles He just thought you need some sunshine, and he lent it for awhile And he let you keep and love it til your hearts were bigger grown And these silver tears youre sheddin now is just interest on the loan. Just think, my poor dear mourners, creepin long on sorrows lifes way What a blessed picnic this here baby got today Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round In the angels tender garden of the big plantation ground. And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed But a tear came, and he whispered, i want my parents , too But then the angels chief musicians teach that little boy a song Says if only they be faithful theyll soon be comin long. So, my poor detached mourners, let your hearts with jesus rest And dont go to criticizin the one what knows the best He has give us many comforts, hes got the right to take away To the lord be praised in glory, forever, let us pray."
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