My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh my soul is white! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh my soul is white! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved ...
'Father, father, where are you going? Oh do not walk so fast! Speak, father, speak to you little boy, Or else I shall be lost.' The night was dark, no...
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, Appeared like his father, in white. He kissed the...
'Father, father, where are you going? Oh do not walk so fast! Speak, father, speak to you little boy, Or else I shall be lost.' The night was dark, no...