In the Evenin´ Mama - Harry Belafonte

In the evenin', in the evenin' mama

When the sun go down

In the evenin', in the evenin' pretty mama

When the sun go down

Don’t you feel mighty lonesome

In the evenin' when the sun go down

My little woman, my little woman

My little woman, well she done gone

My little woman, my pretty little baby

My pretty little baby, well she done gone

She done gone, she done gone

And I feel so lonesome

In the evenin' when the sun go down

Well if I could holler just like a mountain Jack

Then I would go 'way up on a mountaintop

And I would call, and I would call

And I would call my baby back

Oh… In the evenin'

It’s so hard, it’s so hard, I declare, in the evenin'

When the sun go down

In the evenin', in the evenin' mama,

Mama, when the sun go down,

In the evenin', in the evenin', pretty mama

When the sun go down

Don’t you feel mighty lonesome

Yes, I declare in the evenin', when the sun go down

When the sun go down