| PORGY |
| Boss, dat bird mean trouble. |
| Once de buzzard fold his wing an' light over yo' house, |
| all yo' happiness done dead. |
| Buzzard keep on flyin' over, take along yo' shadow. |
| Ain' nobody dead dis mornin' |
| Livin’s jus' begun. |
| Two is strong where one is feeble; |
| man an' woman livin', workin', |
| Sharin' grief an' sharin' laughter, |
| An' love like Augus' sun. |
| Trouble, is dat you over yonder |
| lookin' lean an' hungry? |
| Don' you let dat buzzard keep you |
| hangin' round my do'. |
| Ain' you heard de news this mornin'? |
| Step out, brudder, hit de gravel; |
| Porgy who you used to feed on, |
| Don' live here no mo' |
| Ha, ha, ha, ha! Buzzard, on yo' way! |
| Ole age, what is you anyhow, |
| nuttin' but bein' lonely. |
| Pack yo' things an' fly from here, |
| Carry grief an' pain. |
| Dere’s two folks livin' in dis shelter |
| Eatin', sleepin', singin', prayin'. |
| Ain' no such thing as loneliness. |
| An' Porgy’s young again. |
| PORGY AND CHORUS |
| Buzzard, keep on flyin', |
| Porgy’s young again. |