Me en Tom bin cleanin’ wells
Long time, sho;
En we’ll clean ’em till God tells
Us ter go
Up dar whar de shinin’ stream,
Pu’ en sweet,
Flow frue heaven, lak a dream,
At our feet.
En I min’ me how us two,
Ez time pass,
Work togedder good, fo’ true,
Fus’ en las’;
One stay up en one go down,
En bofe know
Dey mus’ fill dey place, I boun’,
High or low.
When Tom turn de win’lass roun’,
En I go
Fur down underneath de groun’,
Dark en low,
I trus’ allers dat he gwine
Draw me out
Ter de place whar de sun shine
All erbout.
En I b’lieve dat if a man
Fall in sin,
We mus’ lif’ him, if we kin,
Up ag’in;
Kaze he need de he’pin’ han’,
Dat am sho,
If all safe he rise en stan’
Any mo’.
God done take dis simple way
Ter show me
Dat while in de worl’ we stay
We must be
’Pendent on each other, sho,
Till we rise
Frum de dang’rous deeps below
Ter de skies.