Walk together Children

Walk together children

Don' you get weary

Walk together children

Don't you get weary

Oh, talk together children

Don't you get weary

There's a great camp meeting in the promised land

Sing together children

Don' you get weary

Sing together children

Don't you get weary

Oh, shout together children

Don't you get weary

There's a great camp meeting in the promised land

Gwineter mourn and never tire

Mourn and never tire

Mourn and never tire

There's a great camp meeting in the Promised Land

The author of this poem is unknown. It captures the spirit and language of the roots of Black Poetry in America. It is considered Folk poetry. This poem also captures the Thanksgiving Spirit and strengthens the Unbroken Chain of Black poetry.