Come, brother, come. Lets lift it; come now, hewit! roll away! Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day But lets not wait for it. God's body's got a soul, Bodies like to roll the soul, Cant blame God if we dont roll, Come, brother, roll, roll! Cotton bales are the fleecy way, Weary sinner's bare feet trod, Softly, softly to the throne of God, "We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day! Nassur; nassur, Hump. Eoho, eoho, roll away! We aint agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!" God's body's got a soul, Bodies like to roll the soul, Cant blame God if we dont roll, Come, brother, roll, roll!
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Authorship:
- by Jean Toomer (1894 - 1967), "Cotton song" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Josef Luitpold Stern (1886 - 1966) [an adaptation] ; composed by Alexander Zemlinsky.
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This text was added to the website: 2009-10-13
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Word count: 110