ODIS worl' am full ob trouble, But dar's one beyant de skies, Ef we walks de narrer pafway We will lan' dar when we dies. En we'll be dar when we gits dar Ef I don't make no mistake, Wid its streets all paved wid glory, It will sho-li take de cake. Dar de crysteal streams er flowin' Make de watermilions grow, Dar de tuckeys gobble, gobble, En de chickens all roos' low. En we'll be dar when we gits dar Ef I don't make no mistake, Fur ter wa'r dem golden slippers. Dey will sho-li take de cake. Dar'll be possum stew en taters, 'Nough fur all en some ter spar', Wid er crown en wings er waitin', Dat de colored angels w'ar. En we'll be dar when we gits dar Ef I don't make no mistake, Floppin' wings en shoutin' glory, O 'twill sho-li take de cake. Good ole Uncle Ned is sawing On his fiddle wid his bow— En we'll see de shining faces, Nellie Grey en ole black Joe. Fur we'll be dar when we gits dar, Ef I don't make no mistake. O de hebben ob de darky, It will sho-li take de cake. |