LITTLE COFFEE, LITTLE CREAM

 Little coffee, little cream.
  Help to me wrest from my dream.
 Mornin’ comes like a cold jack knife.
  Wakes my pain, but gives me life.

 Always somethin’ new to fret.
  Dark come take me so I’ll forget.
 Nightmares seem to come and go.
  But the pain of life moves very slow.

 Now, God lays his dew upon the corn.
  And I wash my hands,
                   so rough and torn.
 But this nectar from heaven
             keeps fallin’ down.
  To break my levies and raze my ground.

Twelves brothers and sisters, but they’re all gone.
     Yet I’m still standin’ when comes the dawn.
Momma said she’d wait for me , but the chains of life won’t set me free.

Some say there’s a man who lives up in the sky; wonder does he hear it when I cry?
Lord, please, save me with your kiss and raise my soul from this abyss.

Little coffee, little cream; help to me rest from my dream.
Mornin’ comes like a cold jack knife; wakes my pain, but gives me life.

BMI Registered-Copyright Ray William Roldan 2006