Eyes ain't eberything; ears is a heap
Ef you listens real good; en befo' Ah goes ter sleep,
Ah minds about a time when a bline man come
En de Lawd tech his eyes, en sen' him back home;
Den mebby, some mor'nin,' wid de passin' ob de night,
Dey'll come a tech on mine,—en Ah'll wake to de light!
Ah listens en Ah heahs, ez Ah sets in ma do',
Eben ef Ah ain't got mah eyes,
Things is a-happenin', same ez befo',
Ain't tek me by s'prise,—
No, miss, not dis chile!
Ef you listens real good; en befo' Ah goes ter sleep,
Ah minds about a time when a bline man come
En de Lawd tech his eyes, en sen' him back home;
Den mebby, some mor'nin,' wid de passin' ob de night,
Dey'll come a tech on mine,—en Ah'll wake to de light!
Ah listens en Ah heahs, ez Ah sets in ma do',
Eben ef Ah ain't got mah eyes,
Things is a-happenin', same ez befo',
Ain't tek me by s'prise,—
No, miss, not dis chile!
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