Daih‘ s a moughty soothin’ feelin’
Hits a dahky man,
‘ Long to'ds night.
W'en de row is mos’ nigh ended,
Den he stops to fan,
‘ Long to'ds night.
De blue smoke f'om his cabin is a-callin’ to him “Come;”
He smell de bacon cookin’, an’ he hyeah de fiah hum;
An’ he‘ mence to sing,‘ dough wo'kin’ putty nigh done made him dumb,
‘ Long to'ds night.
Wid his hoe erpon his shouldah
Den he goes erlong,
‘ Long to'ds night.
An’ he keepin’ time a-steppin’
Wid a little song,
‘ Long to'ds night.
De restin’ - time‘ s a-comin’, an’ de time to drink an’ eat;
A baby's toddlin’ to'ds him on hits little dusty feet,
An’ a-goin’ to'ds his cabin, an’ his suppah‘ s moughty sweet,
‘ Long to'ds night.
Daih his Ca'line min’ de kettle,
Rufus min’ de chile,
‘ Long to'ds night;
An’ de sweat roll down his forred,
Mixin’ wid his smile,
‘ Long to'ds night.
He toss his piccaninny, an’ he hum a little chune;
De wokin’ all is ovah, an’ de suppah comin’ soon;
De wo'kin’ time‘ s Decembah, but de restin’ time is June,
‘ Long to'ds night.
Dey‘ s a kin’ o’ doleful feelin’,
Hits a tendah place,
‘ Long to'ds night;
Dey‘ s a moughty glory in him
Shinin’ thoo his face,
Long to'ds night.
De cabin‘ s lak de big house, an’ de fiah's lak de sun;
His wife look moughty lakly, an’ de chile de puttiest one;
W'y, hit‘ s blessid, jes’ a-livin’ w'en a body's wo'k is done.
‘ Long to'ds night.