As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,
I turned my fond gaze to the sky;
I beheld all the stars as so sweetly they lay,
And but one fixed my heart or my eye.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
On thee he depends when he threads the dark woods
Ere the bloodhounds have hunted him back;
Thou leadest him on over mountains and floods,
With thy beams shining full on his track.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
Unwelcome to him is the bright orb of day,
As it glides o'er the earth and the sea;
He seeks then to hide like a wild beast of prey,
But with hope, rests his heart upon thee.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
May never a cloud overshadow thy face,
While the slave flies before his pursuer;
Gleam steadily on to the end of his race,
Till his body and soul are secure.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
I turned my fond gaze to the sky;
I beheld all the stars as so sweetly they lay,
And but one fixed my heart or my eye.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
On thee he depends when he threads the dark woods
Ere the bloodhounds have hunted him back;
Thou leadest him on over mountains and floods,
With thy beams shining full on his track.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
Unwelcome to him is the bright orb of day,
As it glides o'er the earth and the sea;
He seeks then to hide like a wild beast of prey,
But with hope, rests his heart upon thee.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
May never a cloud overshadow thy face,
While the slave flies before his pursuer;
Gleam steadily on to the end of his race,
Till his body and soul are secure.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/3/18 - 13:25
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Attribuita a tale “Harris”, certamente uno schiavo.
Sull’aria di una canzone intitolata “Silver Moon”.
Il brano è presente in un libretto di canti abolizionisti pubblicato dall’editore Bela Marsh a Boston nel 1848 e intitolato “The Anti-Slavery Harp”, curato da William Wells Brown (1816-1884), un afroamericano nato in schiavitù nel Kentucky, fuggito al nord attraverso la “Underground Railroad” (di cui egli stesso fu guida) e diventato poi un importante scrittore, commediografo, storico e figura di spicco, insieme a Frederick Douglass del movimento abolizionista.
Anche questa canzone, come altre presenti sulle CCG/AWS (Harriet Tubman, Follow the Drinking Gourd, Go down, Moses), racconta della fuga degli schiavi neri dal sud verso il nord degli States, verso la libertà, guidati dalla Stella Polare e da quei coraggiosi fra loro che per decenni, prima dell’abolizione della schiavitù, si adoperarono – rischiando spesso la vita – nell’aiutare altri neri a fuggire dalle grinfie di negrieri e padroni schiavisti…