a story of a child and her African American care-giver and social injustice |
Nanny was a colored lady, loving and strong, She rocked this little white child all day long, With huggin' and a kissin' she'd sing a song, And when it rained, then she sang: "Everytime it rains, it rains on me oh Lo-or-d, Everytime it rains, it rains on me-ee-ee, Everytime it rains." She took me to the park most all the time, She had her water fountain and I had mine, At three years old I never saw the crime, I never saw the pain. "Everytime it rains," she sang, "It rains, it rains on me, oh Lord, Everytime it rains, it rains on me-ee-ee, Everytime it rains." Nanny gave me her love and I gave love back And then one day when the skies grew black, I jumped in Nanny's arms and that's a fact I was afraid of the rain. Nanny said, "Child, now don't you know, God lets it rain to make things grow, With every dark cloud comes a new rainbow, Praise the Lord for the rain." She sang: "Tho' in stormy seas, I know that God's with me, Tho' in sinking sand, I know who holds my hand, Through the storms I know, He'll help us bloom and grow. To wash away the pain, God will let it rain." Nanny was a child of God, loving and strong, She taught this little child of God A lifetime long. |