Sun am des a golden ball A-sinkin' in a west. De bullfrog am a-singin' to De one he love de best; An' a daylight am a-gwine home To take a li'l rest-- Sing a low, mah black-eye ras'al! Sing a low! Sing a low! Li'l clouds am runnin' kase Da mammy tol' dem to; Whippo' will am chunin' up A song fo' me an' yo, An' a sky am feelin' happy kase De stars am peepin' frew-- Sing a low, mah black-eye ras'al! Sing a low! Sing a low! Wind am makin' music fo' De trees up on a hill; Owls am dess a-wakin' up Down yander by de mill; Shadows comin' roun' to see Ef yo' is keepin' still-- Sing a low, mah black-eye ras'al! Sing a low! Sing a low! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |