| Song | The Blind Ploughman |
| Artist | Paul Robeson |
| Album | Paul Robeson |
| <Set my hand upon the plough,my feet upon the sod | |
| Turn my face toward the east and praise be to God | |
| Ev'ry year the rain does fall,the seedlings turn and spring | |
| Ev'ry year the spreading trees shelter birds that sing. | |
| From the shelter of your heart,brother drive out sin | |
| Let the little birds of faith come and nest therein | |
| God,who made the sun to shine on both you and me | |
| God,who took away my eyes-that my soul might see! |