| Song | When Lilacs In The Dooryard Bloomed By Walt Whitman |
| Artist | James Earl Jones |
| Album | Words For You - The Next Chapter |
| [00:06.14] | When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d |
| [00:09.43] | And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night |
| [00:13.33] | I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring |
| [00:19.51] | Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring |
| [00:27.14] | Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west |
| [00:31.10] | And thought of him I love |
| [00:38.19] | In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings |
| [00:43.15] | Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green |
| [00:49.63] | With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love |
| [00:55.47] | With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard |
| [01:00.67] | With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green |
| [01:06.33] | A sprig with its flower I break |
| [01:11.91] | Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities |
| [01:17.79] | Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep’d from the ground, spotting the gray |
| [01:27.11] | Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass |
| [01:31.65] | Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen |
| [01:41.06] | Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards |
| [01:46.92] | Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave |
| [01:50.99] | Night and day journeys a coffin |
| [01:54.08] | Coffin that passes through lanes and streets |
| [01:57.50] | Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land |
| [02:02.75] | With the pomp of the inloop’d flags with the cities draped in black |
| [02:07.98] | With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veil’d women standing |
| [02:14.26] | With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night |
| [02:19.81] | With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads |
| [02:25.45] | With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces |
| [02:31.55] | With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn |
| [02:38.31] | With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour’d around the coffin |
| [02:43.60] | The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—where amid these you journey |
| [02:54.79] | With the tolling tolling bells’ perpetual clang |
| [02:55.82] | Here, coffin that slowly passes |
| [03:01.79] | I give you my sprig of lilac |
| [00:06.14] | When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom' d |
| [00:09.43] | And the great star early droop' d in the western sky in the night |
| [00:13.33] | I mourn' d, and yet shall mourn with everreturning spring |
| [00:19.51] | Everreturning spring, trinity sure to me you bring |
| [00:27.14] | Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west |
| [00:31.10] | And thought of him I love |
| [00:38.19] | In the dooryard fronting an old farmhouse near the whitewash' d palings |
| [00:43.15] | Stands the lilacbush tallgrowing with heartshaped leaves of rich green |
| [00:49.63] | With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love |
| [00:55.47] | With every leaf a miracle and from this bush in the dooryard |
| [01:00.67] | With delicatecolor' d blossoms and heartshaped leaves of rich green |
| [01:06.33] | A sprig with its flower I break |
| [01:11.91] | Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities |
| [01:17.79] | Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep' d from the ground, spotting the gray |
| [01:27.11] | Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass |
| [01:31.65] | Passing the yellowspear' d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the darkbrown fields uprisen |
| [01:41.06] | Passing the appletree blows of white and pink in the orchards |
| [01:46.92] | Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave |
| [01:50.99] | Night and day journeys a coffin |
| [01:54.08] | Coffin that passes through lanes and streets |
| [01:57.50] | Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land |
| [02:02.75] | With the pomp of the inloop' d flags with the cities draped in black |
| [02:07.98] | With the show of the States themselves as of crapeveil' d women standing |
| [02:14.26] | With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night |
| [02:19.81] | With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads |
| [02:25.45] | With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces |
| [02:31.55] | With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn |
| [02:38.31] | With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour' d around the coffin |
| [02:43.60] | The dimlit churches and the shuddering organs where amid these you journey |
| [02:54.79] | With the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang |
| [02:55.82] | Here, coffin that slowly passes |
| [03:01.79] | I give you my sprig of lilac |