She loved this one man with all her heart
He was kind, he was caring, and he was smart
There was only one problem with that man
He wasn’t black
His skin was porcelain, his eyes were blue
His hair was blonde, his beard was too
He spoke with an airy, southern rasp
He held me tightly with his warm embrace
All I remember is his flushed red face
I could not marry the man of my dreams
Only because he was of a different race
My family and their prejudice I couldn’t grasp
My head hung low, from losing my love
I lost my stride, my soul grew sad, I’ve lost my pride.
And that was that.