I couldn't say
For sure today
Whether your eyes were blue or gray
I've forgotten you
I never think of you.
I'm through
Thinking of you
I tell you I'm through
Thinking of you...
You... you.., you ....
The sobbing tune, the deep golden negro voice
had a powerful effect. It hypnotized--cast a spell.
Even the waiters felt it. The whole room stared at
her, hypnotized by the thick cloying emotion she
distilled.
A waiter passed softly round the table filling up
glasses, murmuring "champagne" in an under-tone
but all attention was on the one glowing spot
of light--the black woman whose ancestors came
from Africa, singing in her deep voice:
i've forgotten you
I never think of you
Oh, what a lie
I shall think of you, think of you,
think of you
Till I die ....
The applause broke out frenziedly. The lights
went up. Barton Russell came back and slipped
into his seat.
YELLOW IRIS