Hawkins Farm

Hawkins Farm

I don’t recall just when it was in June or in July
My daddy packed a pasteboard box and took us for a ride
He said now kids remember, now, don’t you laugh at what you see
Cause giving is a blessing and they’ve been good to me

We rode out to the country where the roads are dusty brown
And came upon a sad old house about to tumble down
And the kids ran out to meet us, they danced around our car
They don’t see many white folks coming down this far

And I always will remember the things I saw that day
The wide-eyed joy of little children running through the hay
And the thankful smile of a frail old man as he shook my daddy’s hand
Two people raised in different worlds could call each other friend
Call each other friend

The things we brought were little things at least to us they were
There was a cooking pan and patches quilt and a cap made out of fur
But they might as well have been golden just to see their faces shine
The picture I saw that day, well it’s stayed a long, long time

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