My Neighborhood
Bruce Dalzell

Wilfred Mitchell was a mean old man
He lost his house to fire when we were ten

So we put home plate where his toilet had been
The laws of karma were revealed
And his precious garden our left field
Mean old man Mitchell did one thing good
He up and moved from my neighborhood
Little Jimmy NcGhee was not so smart
He wore his clothes clean and his hair ini a part
He thought life imitated art
He got stuck in an old storm drain
Lost his life to a spring rain
The motives of god weren't understood
Dark days in my neighborhood
The first black family moved in up the road
The same as you and me so we were told
So how come their children seemed so awful y old
No arsonsist was found
After their garage was burned down
Dressed in a long white hood
The real world touched my neighborhood
The wing is on the race begun
A story told a tale spun
So I may roam as far as teh eye can see
Till teh way home is just a mystery
And I'll close my eyes and there I'll be
High on a hill where angels stood
Watching over my neighborhood