Whistling Days (Heraud/Kerr)

in these fields one hundred days
walking the death walk
waiting for those eyes of blue
& if they were green they would do
& if they were red they would do
& if they were grey they will do
& if they are blue i will never miss you

a thousand white folks’ pity
hanging in trees
yellow flowers cover me
& hide me in your cellar
dress me in your colours
take away their guns so they’re not
pointing at me

curse the dogs that come around
you call this winning?
shattered sons, who will bury you?
& if they were green they would do
& if they were red they would do
& if they were grey they will do
& if they are blue i will never miss you

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