The white folks thought it'd be funnier if they were black.
They put their blackface on and they tap dance.
And the girls put on their makeup.
But they don't think they can shake up the tears
Stuck in their head.

Why should I worry when the day has enough worries of its own?
The fox has its whole and the birds the air
But the Son of God has no place to call home.
Keep all the cigarettes hidden under the chair on the front porch.

And the flowers of the field don't worry, they have something to shield
Their God-given beauty, oh, the nakedness.
And the valley tries to be a mountain but there still is a fountain of truth
Running through its veins.

And the lilies of the field don't waste their time getting dressed in
the morning.
And the birds of the air don't even care
If they have food or drink, they just spend their evenings singing.
Keep all the lights down, keep all the lights down low.

And the boys feel competition but lose recognition of strength.
It's all in your heart.
And skin and bones decay. Try all you want, they won't stay.
Oh, we all decay.

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Flowers Of The Field song meanings
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