W'En I Gits Home

It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun'     Dis sorrer-laden earfly groun',     An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I,     'T would be a sweet t'ing des to die,     An' go 'long home.     Home whaih de frien's I loved 'll say,     "We've waited fu' you many a day,     Come hyeah an' res' yo'se'f, an' know     You's done wid sorrer an' wid woe,     Now you's at home."     W'en I gits home some blessid day,     I 'lows to th'ow my caihs erway,     An' up an' down de shinin' street,     Go singin' sof' an' low an' sweet,     W'en I gits home.     I wish de day was neah at han',     I's tiahed of dis grievin' lan',     I's tiahed of de lonely yeahs,     I want to des dry up my teahs,     An' go 'long home.     Oh, Mastah, won't you sen' de call?     My frien's is daih, my hope, my all.     I 's waitin' whaih de road is rough,     I want to hyeah you say, "Enough,     Ol' man, come home!"