Daybreak In Alabama
When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write, write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the prettiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall, tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy coloured faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white, black, white, black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music
When I get to be a composer
And write about
Daybreak in Alabama
