The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.

Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!

Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.