MORE RAIN, MORE REST

Nancy Byrd Turner

Solo 1: De rain been a-rainin’ for a week an’ mo’;

It splarshin’ in de gutter, it sousin’ at de do’;

It mumble at de winder, it bumble on de eaves,

It make long steppin’s in de honey-shuck leaves.

All: We cyan’t work ‘taters, and we cyan’t thin corn;

Dar’s gwine to be a famine, jes’ as sure as you born;

Dar’s ‘bleeged to be a famine, no mo’, no less—

Solo 1: But de Lawd boss de weather an’ de Lawd know bes’

All: Mo’ rain, Mo’ res’…

Mo’ rain, Mo’ res’…

Solo 1: Old Mr. Crow got de croup in his ches’

Old Mrs. Turkey Hen a-drownin’ on her nes’

Dey cyan’t be no harvest whar dy ain’t no hoein’

But de sweet water drummin’;

All: No use to fret,

Set peaceful in de cabin while you got de chance to set;

Solo 1: De Lawd brung de rain, an’ de Lawd know bes’.

All: Set right on yo’ backbone and let de Lawd bless

Solo 1: Mo’ rain, Mo’ res’…

All: Mo’ rain, Mo’ res’…