Cat. #0654 (MFH #650) - As sung by Reba Dearmore, Mountain Home, Arkansas on January 7, 1969
VERSE 1
I had a dream the other night
I dreamed that I could fly
I flapped my wings like an eagle
And I flew up to th sky
T'was there I met Marse Gabriel
He looked at me so keen
He asked me what I had to eat
And I told him turnip greens
Turnip greens, turnip greens
Them good ole turnip greens
Cornbread and butter-milk
An' good ole turnip greens
VERSE 2
Marse Gabriel also ask me
From what town did I fly
I told 'im from Independent
An' I flew up to th sky
He said from Independent
He had only one man
And he hardly even liked it
In th glory happy land
He didn't care for honey
Or applsauce nor cream
His whole soul an' body
Seemed to crave them good ole greens
Turnip greens, turnip greens
Them good ole, turnip greens
Corn bread and buttermilk
An' good ole turnip greens
VERSE 3
Marse Gabriel also told me
Them northern gals are sweet
They always look so pretty
And they always look so neat
Th reason for their beauty
Is plainly to be seen
For them precious little darlin's
Were raised on turnip greens
Turnip greens, turnip greens
Them good ole turnip greens
Cornbread an' buttermilk
An' good ole turnip greens