Lyrics

When Richmond is finally                one of the world's great capitals I will line the streets with apple trees                and whenever a gust of wind sweeps the blossoms from the branches troops of white petals will rush among the citizens                and they will be reminded of the fearful price we                paid for freedom I will walk with them and be reminded and have the pleasure of it and be pleased also by the device                and I will smile some generations hence the Negro                will be freed                but his generations will have tended those trees                and Richmond's Negroes will vie for the honor of tending them still I will make Jim prince of those                who tend the trees and his sons will be princes                but first I must coin a title                that signifies a prince                who can never become a king