Come, brother, come. Lets lift it; <br />come now, hewit! roll away! <br />Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day <br />But lets not wait for it. <br />God's body's got a soul, <br />Bodies like to roll the soul, <br />Cant blame God if we dont roll, <br />Come, brother, roll, roll! <br />Cotton bales are the fleecy way, <br />Weary sinner's bare feet trod, <br />Softly, softly to the throne of God, <br />"We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day! <br />Nassur; nassur, <br />Hump. <br />Eoho, eoho, roll away! <br />We aint agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!" <br />God's body's got a soul, <br />Bodies like to roll the soul, <br />Cant blame God if we dont roll, <br />Come, brother, roll, roll!<br /><br />Jean Toomer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cotton-song/
