(from URBAN SCENES/CREOLE DREAMS by Y.M. Barnwell(c)1994)
Cain't no one know at sunrise
how this day is gonna end.
Cain't no one know at sunset
if the next day will begin.
In this world of trouble and woe,
a Member had better be ready to go.
We look for things to stay the same,
but in the twinkling of an eye, everything can be changed.
Cain't no one know at sunrise
how this day is gonna end.
Cain't no one know at sunset
if the next day will begin.
The troubles of this world fill our hearts with rage
from Soweto, to Stonewall, Birmingham and LA
We are searching for hope that lies within ourselves
as we fight against misogyny race hatred and AIDS.
Cain't no one know at sunrise
how this day is gonna end.
Cain't no one know at sunset
if the next day will begin.
Cain't no one know at sunrise
how this day is gonna end.
Cain't no one know at sunset
if the next day will begin.
In this world of trouble and woe,
a Member had better be ready to go.
We look for things to stay the same,
but in the twinkling of an eye, everything can be changed.
Cain't no one know at sunrise
how this day is gonna end.
Cain't no one know at sunset
if the next day will begin.
The troubles of this world fill our hearts with rage
from Soweto, to Stonewall, Birmingham and LA
We are searching for hope that lies within ourselves
as we fight against misogyny race hatred and AIDS.
Cain't no one know at sunrise
how this day is gonna end.
Cain't no one know at sunset
if the next day will begin.