DE win' is blowin' wahmah, <br />An hit's blowin' f'om de bay; <br />Dey's a so't o' mist a-risin' <br />All erlong de meddah way; <br />Dey ain't a hint o' frostin' <br />On de groun' ner in de sky, <br />An' dey ain't no use in hopin' <br />Dat de snow'll 'mence to fly. <br />It's goin' to be a green Christmas, <br />An' sad de day fu' me. <br />I wish dis was de las' one <br />Dat evah I should see. <br />Dey's dancin' in de cabin, <br />Dey's spahkin' by de tree; <br />But dancin' times an' spahkin' <br />Are all done pas' fur me. <br />Dey's feastin' in de big house, <br />Wid all de windahs wide — <br />Is dat de way fu' people <br />To meet de Christmas-tide? <br />It's goin' to be a green Christmas, <br />No mattah what you say. <br />Dey's us dat will remembah <br />An' grieve de comin' day. <br />Dey's des a bref o' dampness <br />A-clingin' to my cheek; <br />De aih's been dahk an' heavy <br />An' threatenin' fu' a week, <br />But not wid signs o' wintah, <br />Dough wintah'd seem so deah — <br />De wintah's out o' season, <br />An' Christmas eve is heah. <br />It's goin' to be a green Christmas, <br />An' oh, how sad de day! <br />Go ax de hongry chu'chya'd, <br />An' see what hit will say. <br />Dey's Allen on de hillside, <br />An' Marfy in de plain; <br />Fu' Christmas was like springtime, <br />An' come wid sun an' rain. <br />Dey's Ca'line, John, an' Susie, <br />Wid only dis one lef': <br />An' now de curse is comin' <br />Wid murder in hits bref. <br />It's goin' to be a green Christmas — <br />Des hyeah my words an' see: <br />Befo' de summah beckons <br />Dey's many'll weep wid me.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-folksong/
