Ben King's Verse/Nobody Knows

Nobody knows when de col' winds am blowin', Whar all de po' little chillun am a-goin'. Nobody knows when de night time's hoverin' How many little ones am des'tute ob coverin'. Nobody sees, but de Lo'd done see 'em, An' bime-by de Lo'd'll tell humanity ter free 'em.

Nobody know jes' how many am in rags, A-sleepin' in de hot blocks an' 'roun' on de flags, Nobody sees all dis poverty an' woe, A-livin' on de emptyin's an' not a place ter go. Nobody sees, but de Lo'd done see 'em, An' bime-by de Lo'd'll tell humanity ter free 'em.

Nobody knows whar dis poverty all comes-- How many po' folk am sleepin' in de slums. Nobody knows jes' how few am befriendin', But de good Lo'd knows dar mus' soon be an endin'. Nobody sees, but de Lo'd sone see 'em, An' bime-by de Lo'd'll tell humanity ter free 'em.