Don’t know why there no sun up in the sky, stormy weather.
Since my man and I ain’t together, keeps rainin all the time.
Life is time, the time. So weary all the time.
When he went away the blues walked in and met me.
I kissed a kiss in youth
Upon a dead man's brow;
And that was long ago-
And I'm a grown man now.
It's lain there in the dust,
Thirty years and more-
My lips that... SCINTILLA by William Stanley Braithwaite.
