Homing Signals

Homing Signals

If freedom mean never again

hearing one a Ol’ York’s stories,

never fussing with his Rose,

or getting to hold my wife an family

If it mean never laughing or hunting

with my brothers Juba an Scippio

or teasing Daphny an Nancy

than it not be something

I would barter for.

None a us be free

lessen alla us gets to come an go

as we please.

I never run ’cause alla my family

still belong to Capt. Clark.