Southern Mammy Sings (Hung Up On A Dream)
'Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly'
Mammy done hung some clothes on a line,
All dem white sheets in a wind was flyin'--
An' ole Mammy's hair was wrapped up tight,
Oh, tight as dreams jus' crawlin' away
As if they night critters lit by day.
An' if two pennies a dream do make,
Why can't dem coins lay claim to stake
What Mammy given, shore she'll take --
It ain't enough for a fair shake
If she found dem rizen in de weeds she raked.
An' if some bird rose on the wing
Nuttin it dropped wouldn't change a thing
Dem linens' colors wouldn't never change --
Their whiteness ever would remain;
A spot of brown would be a stain
To be removed by lye and rain.
An' if there ever was a time
Mammy hung soilt laundry on de line
Colored as earth all dusty brown --
Such freedom would upset dis town
To hear the birds would sing that proud
Lawd, dey would just shoot 'em down!