Текст песни Daybreak in Alabama - Audra McDonald

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write, write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew

I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field of daisy eyes
Of black and white, black, white, black people

And I'm gonna put white hands and black hands
And brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew

In that dawn of music

When I get to be a composer
And write about
Daybreak in Alabama