To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently
Dark like me–
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done
Rest at pale evening . .
A tall, slim tree . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me