Bless his head, his blessed state
Has got me crawling 'neath the gate
To watch the women wash there
Bless their arms, bless their hair
I shall not be a weight to thee
For I am free, will ever be
Future days, with future sound
Is offering to come around
And as I sit and watch them wash
I have no point to get across
I have no mouth and still I stand
To peck the youngest woman's hand
And glory rise upon her breast
And her breast breath rise, and so I rest
