Arna Bontemps - God Give to Men lyrics

God give the yellow man an easy breeze at blossom time. Grant his eager, slanting eyes to cover every land and dream of afterwhile. Give blue-eyed men their swivel chairs to whirl in tall buildings. Allow them many ships at sea, and on land, soldiers and policemen. For black man, God, no need to bother more but only fill afresh his meed of laughter, his cup of tears. God suffer little men the taste of soul's desire.