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I was raised up in the fields, hard work Was just like breathing Knowing nothing else Wanting nothing more Like morning brings the day, summer sun Brought the cool of the evening I'd watch the women sew and sing Behind an old screen door Tell me have you seen Pecolia's star Eight points of diamonds All the colors in between You'd be safe and warm Under Pecolia's star Shining for all the world to see Thimbles and thread, bag of rags, Scraps of laughter Mama's quilt like a flag Of friendships unfurled She said, "This is something good From my hands to your hands, child This here will keep you walking Straight 'cross a crooked world" Tell me have you seen Pecolia's star Eight points of diamonds All the colors in between You'd be safe and warm Under Pecolia's star Shining for all the world to see Since 1917 I've been a child of God Yes, I've been on that hill, a long time I don't never want for nothing, or nowhere Stay right here with my people Just give me Mississippi You can have all the rest As long as I can see, I'll be Trying to thread that needle With my mind on the Maker Working to do my best Tell me have you seen Pecolia's star Eight points of diamonds All the colors in between You'd be safe and warm Under Pecolia's star Shining for all the world to see |