In Sunday School, God they teach us

To love our fellowman

But God, do the people who teach us

   Really understand?

When Sunday school is over

   They live by a different rule,

They teach us to hate the Negro

   And don't want them in our school

God, my best friend is a Negro girl

   We talk and play each day

I want to tell my parents about her

   But I don't know what they'd say.

So help me God, to find a way

   To let mom and daddy know

that I have a little Negro friend

   And I really love her so

Her name is Kay, her hair is black

   And her skin is a pretty hue,

But God, you know all about her

   Because you made her too.