Paul Robeson — Round the Bend of the Road

Nobody knows the hour Nobody knows the day But sure as steeple Point to heaven The day ain’t far away Someone will blow the trumpet Someone will beat the drum And love will be The golden key Through the gates of kingdom come There’ll be no more pickin’ No more choosin' No more winnin' No more losin’ No more askin’ And no refusin’ Round the bend of the road There’ll be green, green pastures Nothing weedy Blue, blue heaven For the needy Dark, dark shadows Just for the greedy Round the bend of the road Those with something They got nothing 'Less they’re humble and nice We with nothing Have got something Acres of paradise Where there’s no more hoein’ No more ploughin’ No more grumblin' No more rovin’ No more scrapin’ No more bowin’ Round the bend of the road