Seems lak to me de stars don't shine so bright, Seems lak to me de sun done loss his light, Seems lak to me der's nothin' goin' right, Sence you went away. Seems lak to me de sky ain't half so blue, Seems lak to me dat ev'ything wants you, Seems lak to me I don't know what to do, Sence you went away. Seems lak to me dat ev'ything is wrong, Seems lak to me de day's jes twice as long, Seems lak to me de bird's forgot his song, Sence you went away. Seems lak to me I jes can't he'p but sigh, Seems lak to me ma th'oat keeps gittin' dry, Seems lak to me a tear stays in ma eye, Sence you went away. MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (_Negro Love Song_) Breeze a-sighin' and a-blowin', Southern summer night. Stars a-gleamin' and a-glowin', Moon jes shinin' right. Strollin', like all lovers do, Down de lane wid Lindy Lou; Honey on her lips to waste; 'Speck I'm gwine to steal a taste. Oh, ma lady's lips am like de honey, Ma lady's lips am like de rose; An' I'm jes like de little bee a-buzzin' 'Round de flower wha' de nectah grows. Ma lady's lips dey smile so temptin', Ma lady's teeth so white dey shine, Oh, ma lady's lips so tantalizin', Ma lady's lips so close to mine. Bird a-whistlin' and a-swayin' In de live-oak tree; Seems to me he keeps a-sayin', "Kiss dat gal fo' me." Look heah, Mister Mockin' Bird, Gwine to take you at yo' word; If I meets ma Waterloo, Gwine to blame it all on you. Oh, ma lady's lips am like de honey, Ma lady's lips am like de rose; An' I'm jes like de little bee a-buzzin' 'Round de flower wha' de nectah grows. Ma lady's lips dey smile so temptin', Ma lady's teeth so white dey shine, Oh, ma lady's lips so tantalizin', Ma lady's lips so close to mine. Honey in de rose, I spose, is Put der fo' de bee; Honey on her lips, I knows, is Put der jes fo' me. Seen a sparkle in her eye, Heard her heave a little sigh; Felt her kinder squeeze ma han', 'Nuff to make me understan'. TUNK (_A Lecture on Modern Education_) Look heah, Tunk!--Now, ain't dis awful! T'ought I sont you off to school. Don't you know dat you is growin' up to be a reg'lah fool? Whah's dem books dat I's done bought you? Look heah, boy, you tell me quick, Whah's dat Webster blue-back spellah an' dat bran' new 'rifmatic? W'ile I'm t'inkin' you is lahnin' in de school, why bless ma soul! You off in de woods a-playin'. Can't you do like you is tole? Boy, I tell you, it's jes scan'lous d'way dat you is goin' on. An' you sholy go'n be sorry, jes as true as you is bo'n. Heah I'm tryin' hard to raise you as a credit to dis race, An' you tryin' heap much harder fu' to come up in disgrace.