Lyrics Look Over Yonder / Be My Woman, Gal (Live) - Harry Belafonte

Look over yonder, hot sun turning over
Look over yonder, hot sun turning over
And it won't go down Lord, it won't go down

Did you ever hear (Did you ever hear) the cuckoo bird are calling? (cuckoo bird are calling?)
Did you ever hear (Did you ever hear) the cuckoo bird are calling? (cuckoo bird are calling?)
Sure sign of rain Lord, Lord, sure sign of rain

I've been a wonder (I've been a wonder) if anybody wonders (if anybody wonders)
I've been a wonder (I've been a wonder) if anybody wonders (if anybody wonders) (talk to me, talk to me)
About poor me Lord, Lord, 'bout poor me

Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man

Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Everyday a Sunday dollar in-a your hand

Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Everyday a Sunday dollar in-a your hand
In your hand, Lord in your hand everyday
Everyday a Sunday dollar in-a your hand

Hup there Rosy (be my gal)
Hup there Rosy (be my gal)
Hup there Rosy (be my gal)
Hup there Rosy (be my gal)

Stick to the promise gal that you made me
Stick to the promise gal that you made me
Stick to the promise gal that you made me
You wasn't gonna marry till I go free
I go free Lord, I go free
You wasn't gonna marry till I go free

Hup there Rosy (be my gal)
Hup there Rosy (be my gal)
The party might have had a lot there (be my gal)
Hup there Rosy (be my gal)

When she walk she reel and rock behind
When she walk she reel and rock behind
When she walk she reel and rock behind
Ain't that enough to make a convict smile
Convict smile Lord a convict smile
Ain't that enough to make a convict smile

Hup there Rosy (be my gal)
Hup nobody bother (be my gal)
Darling Rosy (be my gal)
Hup there Rosy (be my gal)

Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Be my woman gal, I'll be your man
Everyday a Sunday dollar in-a your hand
In your hands Lord, in your hand
Everyday a Sunday dollar in-a your hand

Hup there Rosy
Darling Rosy
Hope nobody bother
There we made a hammer Lord
Hup there Rosy
Hup there Rosy