lawd god tell me it ain’t all for naught
tell me john not loving me
ain’t the end of harriet’s travels
he got caroline now
and me I got to keep moving
moses is old lonely and loveless
heart burning like a bush
fire no amount of freedmen can stomp out
but harriet tubman
can’t let a man’s
turn coat love
keep her feet grounded
I got to keep leading folks out of whips and rape and long hours
in the fields or in the kitchen sweating for white hands
john is as much the past
as southern chains
and sides love ain’t free
if it’s sold
as quick as
a man can twiddle
his fingers
or retire
his ax