Huub de Lange - Four Blake Songs The Little Black Boy - ноты, текст песни (слова)

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
 And I am black, but oh! my soul is white.
 White as an angel is the English child,
 But I am black as if bereaved of light.
 
 My mother taught me underneath a tree,
 And, sitting down before the heat of day,
 She took me on her lap and kissed me,
 And pointing to the east began to say:
 
 "Look on the rising sun, -there God does live
 And gives his light, and gives his heat away;
 And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
 Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
 
 And we are put on earth a little space
 That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
 And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
 Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
 
 For when our souls have learned the heat to bear
 The cloud will vanish, we shall hear his voice
 Saying: 'Come out from the grove, my love and care,
 And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice!' "
 
 Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;
 And thus I say to little English boy:
 When I from black and he from white cloud free,
 And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,
 
 I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
 To lean in joy upon our father's knee;
 And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
 And be like him, and he will then love me.