Ben King's Verse/De Clouds Am Gwine Ter Pass

De wedder's mighty waum, An' I gase it's gwine ter staum, Doan yo' see de swaller flyin' to de thatch? Black clouds a-sweepin' by, Jes' a-skimmin' long de sky, Dar's a -hustlin' in de huckleberry patch.

Dar's Zeke and Hezekiah, Jane Ann an' ole Maria, Mighty skeery when dey see de lightnin' flash. How dey hustle to de cabbin, Whar ole Dinah am a-blabbin' An de hoe cake am a-bakin' in de ash.

I tole yo' kase I know, Jes' what make it thundah so, Dat's de way Gord shake de rain out ob de sky; An' when yo' hyar de soun' Like a shubbin' tables roun' Yo' can see de pigs a-runnin' to de sty.

But de clouds am gwine ter pass, An' de sun shine out at las', While de pickaninnies play aroun' de do'; An' froo de windah blinds, Hid by mornin' glory vines, Hit's er gwine to flicker down upon de flo'.

Gord moves in many a way, So de ole Bible say, Fo' He counts de drops and all de grains ob san'; An' when de darkness falls 'Pon dese hyar cabin walls Hit am jes' de break ob day in uddah lands.

Den hurry, chillun, hustle while you may, Kase yo' know dar's gwine ter come a rainy day. But de gloomerin' will pass, An' de sun shine out at las', An' de darkies' clouds ob sorrer pass away.