Mississippi Snow
I saw you in fields unending
A green crop you were attending
You worked so hard in midday sun
Between the rows till day was done
Growing Mississippi Snow
Weevil hunting and songs to sing
Your glad work songs the air did ring
Music and sweat did fertilize
A crop so fine to planter's eyes
Pure white Mississippi snow
Mississippi snow in bright day
Is purer than northern they say
It isn't cold, it doesn't fall
A wealthy cash crop that is all
It's just Mississippi snow
September brought the poisoning
Stark white on brown meant harvesting
Children stayed home to wait their turn
In the brown furrowed field to burn
Picking Mississippi snow
Boss man he'd call and off you'd go
With shouldered bag on every row
In the sun, the wind and the rain
Upon the delta, Dixie's plain
Picking Mississippi snow
Some worked all day for wage so small
Some worked for not a wage at all
While wealthy man grew richer still
Your life so short seemed meant to till
And grow Mississippi snow
But one fine day, you will go home
You'll fly above, the clouds to roam
That pearly gate will swing out wide
Jesus will bid you come inside
Far from Mississippi snow
Another day, your rich man too
Will meet his end and get his due
Circle unbroken and complete
Your Saviour he will never meet
Due to Mississippi snow
The heat he'll bear, and will endure
His snow will soon lose it's allure
With aching back and bleeding hands
Eternity, justice demands
He'll pick Mississippi snow
Up and down each and every row
Picking that Mississippi snow
Kelly
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