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Negro Poems, Melodies
Cooling are thy waters,
Thy pastures rich abound, Thy flocks and fleece are legion
And always to be found; Canaan's over the river,
Canaan's very near; I can't go to Canaan
But the Lord sends Canaan here.
PUSH DEM CLOUDS AWAY
Elijah I is coming,
I'se coming in the morn, I'se coming in a hurry
And I'se coming to the horn; So get the chariot ready,
Fse coming there to stay, And when you see me comin*
Oh push dem clouds away.
The Jordan am a rollin'
And smoky am the plain, And I'se afraid of lightnin'
And I'se afraid of rain; So when you see me comin'
I'se coming there to stay, So have that chariot ready
And push dem clouds away.