William Grant Still

When I Gits Home by Dunbar

Text in boldface type was used as Prologue to Movement 2 of the Afro-American Symphony

When I Gits Home

It's moughty tiahsome layin' roun'
Dis sorrer-ladden earfly groun',
An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I,
'T would be a sweet t'ing des to die,
An' go 'long home.

Home whaih de frien's I loved'll say,
"We've waited fu' you many a day,
Come hyeah an' res' yo'se'f, an know<
You's done wid sorrer an' wid woe,
Now you's at home."

W'en I gits home some blessid day,
I 'low to th'ow my caihs erway,
An' up an' down de shinnin' street,
Go singin' sof' an' low an sweet,
W'en I gits home.

I wish de day was neah at han',
I's tiahed of dis grievin' lan',
I's tiahed of de lonely yeahs,
I want to des dry up my teahs,
An' go 'long home.

Oh, Masah, won't you sen' de call?
My fien's i daih, my hope, my all.
I's waitin' whaih de road is rough,
I want to hyeah you say, "Enough,
Ol' man, come home!"

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From: The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar. Dodd, Mead & Company: New York, 1970
Transcriptions by Boyd Gibson