Were there any who cared or cried The day the ragtime piano man died?

While he played the murderous "Moor" Had "The Emperor Jones" lines to deliver

"Robeson's a red" The papers said "A communist" They would insist

When Paul Robeson broke silence asunder I remember being filled with wonder

With the courage to stand Under his own command

A lot of folks were weary As Rosa Parks sat down

They worked together when They were young college men