Buzzard keep on flyin' over, take along yo' shadow. Ain' nobody dead dis mornin' Livin's just begun. Two is strong where one is feeble; Man and woman livin', workin',
Sharin' grief an' sharin' laughter, An' love like August sun.
Trouble Ain' you heard the news this mornin'?
Step out, brudder, hit de gravel; Porgy who you used to feed on, Don' live here no mo'
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Buzzard, on yo' way!
Old age, what is you anyhow, Nothin' but bein' lonely. Pack yo' things an' fly from here, Carry grief an' pain. There's two folks livin' in dis shelter
Eatin', sleepin', singin', prayin'. Ain't no such thing as loneliness. An' we are young again.