Walk Together

In the Spirit of the Gracious and Compassionate
Creator of the Heavens and the Earth

Lester A. Knibbs aka Doctor Hakeem

 

Walk together children,
Don’t you get weary,

Walk together children,
Don’t you get weary,

Oh, walk together children,
Don’t you get weary,

There’s a great camp meeting
In the Promised Land.

One of the many old songs they sang in my grandfather’s church — the New Chapel Baptist Church — in Plymouth, North Carolina. (His name was Moses Towe, Jr., and he was the choirmaster and a trustee of the church. He died eight years before I was born.)

This song is included in The Books of American Negro Spirituals (a two-volume collection of 126 songs, arranged for solo voice and piano) by James Weldon Johnson and his brother J. Rosamond Johnson.

When my mother heard me playing and singing these songs, she went to the index and checked off all the songs they sang when she was young. Until that moment, I did not realize they were actually my songs.

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