Come, brother, come. Let’s lift it.

Come, brother, come

Come now, hewit! Roll away!

Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day.

But let’s not wait for it.

[Pg 98]

God’s body’s got a soul,

Bodies like to roll the soul,

Can’t blame God if we don’t roll,

Come, brother, roll, roll!

Cotton bales are the fleecy way

Weary sinner’s bare feet trod,

Softly, softly to the throne of God,

“We ain’t agwine t’ wait until th’ Judgment Day!

Nassur; nassur,

Hump.

Eoho, eoho, roll away!

We ain’t agwine t’ wait until th’ Judgment Day!”

God’s body’s got a soul,

Bodies like to roll the soul,

Can’t blame God if we don’t roll,

Come, brother, roll, roll!

FACE

Hair —

silver-gray,

like streams of stars,

Brows —

recurved canoes

quivered by the ripples blown by pain,