I TOO FELL IN LOVE

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Oh that I would sing
Of the beams of your smile.
To show the radiance from your glowing face.
And cut across the heart of that distant mile.
That you've called me the beloved of my father.
You too have served my ages at the feet of mother.
All in a glance has love been taught.
It's I who's apt to say,my culture'll ne'er exist save love be bought.

Show me the broom that'll sweep with an unloving hands.
Are there dishes I'd do without the agreeing cords of love?
I can see our yams dying if all the love be given to the coming wine.
There would our farmlands lay bare for the love of an English office.
Let me cry for the day my skin'll forget to love this adire.
In Valentine's country,they've got glasses and goblets.
Let us serve this pleasant delight with the gourds our fathers gave.
There's no love as sweeter as now.

Little strings of the Anglo tunes
We've got enduring robes of the palming moans.
No need to flow with the silver balls
Here's our waists of pearls and coral beads.
Sing from the loudest courts of your hearts.
And dance even more with the strongest bones of the Black blood.
There's neither a gold as sparkling as our ebony skins.
This is our heritage of love.