There is a song, a song I sing,
And do I sing it well.
I dance and dream, and truly scream
Such a sprite that I can seem!
There is a song, a song I sing,
A melody of free.
It’s long and soft and lovely, like I’d never hope to be,
Though that is what my mother, my mother hopes of me.
There is a song, a song I sing,
A lovely song for thee –
And for my father and my mother, and the birds and tree.
There is a song, a song I sing,
I sing it for my friends.
Those I see and you cannot, a sin to those old mens.
There is a song, a song I sing,
Deep, deep in the woods.
Where light does hide and witches ride,
And I fit like I should.
There is a song, a song I sing,
And sing it loud and clear.
For if I sing it loud enough, the Black Man just might hear.