Remembering the days of lean
Sometimes, nary a morsel to eat.
Life's lessons, taut and mean
But we'd not forgotten hope
and vowed not to be beat.
A cabin house in yonder hollow
We folks struggled hard everyday.
Stripping tobacco might bring a dollar
Cause we'd not forgotten hope
and fought to find a way.
We toiled in noon day sun crop fields
with sweat on brow,
and dreams of getting out
Praying oh Lord,give abundant yields
We'd not forgotten hope
and trusted Him,without doubt.
Winter's cold cruel chilly nights,
came and went away
Seasons passed, and years flew by
and God cut us some slack in the rope.
Those lean days turned ,bright and gay
Because we had never Forgotten Hope.