All language subtitles for Places.in.the.Heart.1984.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG3_Eng

♪♪ [ Piano ]

[ Choir ]
♪ Blessed assurance ♪

♪ Jesus is mine ♪

♪ O what a foretaste ♪

♪ Of glory divine ♪

♪ Heir of salvation ♪

♪ Purchase of God ♪

♪ Born of His spirit ♪

♪ Washed in His blood ♪

♪ This is my story ♪

♪ This is my song ♪

♪ Praising my Savior ♪

♪ All the day long ♪

♪ This is my story ♪

♪ This is my song ♪

♪ Praising my Savior ♪

♪ All the day long ♪

♪ This is my story ♪

♪ This is my song ♪

♪ Praising my Savior ♪

♪ All the day long ♪♪

[ Birds Chirping ]

Possum, put that up now.

Our heavenly Father,
bless this meal...

and all those who are
about to receive it.

Make us thankful
for Your generous bounty
and Your unceasing love.

[ Gunshot ]
Please remind us
in these hard times...

to be grateful for
what we have been given...

and not to ask for
what we cannot have.

And make us mindful of those
less fortunate among us...

as we sit at this table
with all of Thy bounty.

Amen.

[ All ]
Amen.

Turn your plate over.

Put your napkin
in your lap.

Frank, you wanna take some...
[ Gunshot ]

okra and pass it
to your pa?
Yes, ma'am.

I forgot to tell you
we got a letter from
your Aunt Gladys yesterday.

She was hopin'
we could come on up
to Oklahoma and visit 'em...

during your vacation.
[ Gunshot ]

But, I don't know, I was hopin'
we could paint the house.

[ Knock At Door ]

I'll get it.

[ Knocking Continues ]
Thank you.

Frank, one biscuit.
Yes, ma'am.

[ Knocking ]

Right on my biscuit.

Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Spalding,
is the sheriff home?

Yes, he is, but we
just sat down to dinner.
Can't this wait?

No, ma'am. It seems
like we got a problem‒

It's all right.
I'll be right there, Jack.

I'm sorry to bother you,
Sheriff, but there's a drunk
nigra down by the track.

I thought you ought to‒
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ Train Whistle Blows
In Distance ]

Frank, where do you think
you're going?

I'm going with Pa.
Royce?

Hey, no one excused you
from the table, young man.
You stay here.

I won't be gone long.

Who'd you say it was, Jack?
It's that Wylie boy,
Sheriff.

[ Chattering ]

Hey, you boys,
get on back now,
you hear me?

You hear?

Wylie?

Wylie!

Hi there, Mr. Royce.
Nice day.

Wylie, you're drunk
as a skunk.

[ Chuckles ]
I sure am, Mr. Royce.

Now you oughta know
better than that.

I'm sorry, Mr. Royce.

You ready
to come with me now?

Just a minute.

[ Gunshots Continue ]

[ Gun Clicks ]

Wylie, are you done?

[ Grunts ]

[ Gasps ]

♪♪ [ Humming ]

[ Door Opens ]

Royce?

[ Sobbing ]

[ Chickens Clucking ]

Frank! Frank!

Frank, give me my doll!

[ Children Chattering ]

Frank. Possum.

Give me!
Give me my doll!
Frank. Possum.

Come here.

Come on.

Something's happened
to your pa.

[ Horns Honking ]

[ Possum ]
Ma? Ma!

Never you mind.
Don't you look.

Come on.

For pity's sake,
what do you think
you're doing?

You get outta here.
Right now.

Right now.
Glen, I mean it.

Guess we can go now.
[ Starts Engine ]

[ Trucks Driving Away ]

Oh, Sis.

Both of you go down.
Inside, Possum.

Oh, Sis.

Sis, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry.

Margaret, I don't want
anybody to see me.

It's all right.
I don't want anybody
to see me.

I'm not gonna
let anybody see you.

Nobody's gonna see you.

[ People Chattering ]

We woulda been married
15 years this October.

We had two children.

And I never knew till just now
Royce had a scar right there.

[ Softly ]
I never knew that.

I was afraid‒ I was afraid
you wasn't gonna make it.

[ Moans ]

[ Sets Parking Brake ]

I don't know what to say.
I'm so sorry, Mrs. Spalding.

Thank you.

[ Murmuring ]

Just don't worry
about anything.

[ Continues, Indistinct ]

Darling, I'm sorry.
I just heard.

I got here
as fast as I could.
Are you all right?

Come here.
It's all right.
It's all right.

All right.
Everything's gonna
be all right.

I'm here now.
I know how bad you feel.

[ Sobbing ]
There now. I'm sorry.

All I could think of-
It's okay.

when I saw
that poor man in there‒
It's okay.

was what would I do
if it was you.

[ Sobbing ]
What would I do if something
was to happen to you?

Ain't nothing's gonna
happen to me.

I'm too ornery.

I don't think
I could live without you.

I love you.

I love you so much.

I love you too.

[ Large Bell Tolling ]

Hey.
Hi. How are you, boy?

Sorry to hear about things.
Thank you.
We appreciate it.

It's been a real shock.

Wayne.
Viola.

Where's Edna?
She's in the kitchen
with Margaret.

All right.

Hi, Buddy.
Hello, Wayne.
How you doin'?

How's Mrs. Spalding?
She's all right.

Excuse me.

Vi, you wanna take this
for a minute?
Hmm?

I'll be right back.

[ Children Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Kids, kids, pipe down.
No roughhousing. Settle down.

Here, sug.

Come on.
You gotta eat something.

Marie Thornton made that.

It's real good.
[ Laughs ]
[ Laughs ]

[ Chuckles ]

Margaret,

what's gonna happen to us?

I can't support this family.

I don't have the least idea
how to go about it.

It seems...

like I-I haven't done
anything all my life...

but raise kids
and take care of this house.

Royce paid all the bills.

I never even knew
how much salary he made.

What's gonna happen to us?

♪♪ [ Man Singing, Indistinct ]

♪ And by faith ♪

♪ We can see it afar ♪

[ Women Sobbing ]

♪ For the Father waits ♪

♪ Over the way ♪

♪♪ [ Continues ]
[ Preacher ] And thou
shalt eat herbs of the field,

in the sweat of thy face
shalt thou eat bread,

till thou return
unto the ground,

for out of it
was thou taken;

for dust thou art,
and unto dust thou shalt return.

[ All ]
Amen.

♪ We shall meet ♪

♪ On that beautiful shore ♪

♪ In the sweet ♪
♪ In the sweet ♪

♪ By and by ♪
♪ By and by ♪

♪ We shall meet ♪

♪ On that beautiful shore ♪♪

[ Clock Chiming ]

Lord, I thought those people
were never gonna leave.

Margaret,
let me get this now.

No, you go on in and rest.
[ Knock At Door ]

I'll get that.

Evening, ma'am. Excuse me,
but I was wondering...

if you have any work
that need doing around here.

No. There's nothing here.

You go on now.
Shoo.
What is it?

I-I was just asking
if you had any chores
I can help with.

Oh, no, there's
no work around here.

I can make you
a plate of food.

Thank you, ma'am.

You wait out by the gate.
Yes, ma'am.

[ Cows Mooing,
Birds Chirping ]

[ Man Grunts ]

[ Man Grunts ]

[ Man Grunts ]

[ Man Grunts ]

[ Man Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

Excuse me!

Mornin'.

I thought I told you
last night you can't stay
round here.

Well, I seen you was
mostly out of firewood,

so I thought
I'd chop some for you.

Well, I can fix you
some breakfast if you like,
but after that, you got to go.

Thank you, ma'am.

You know, ma'am,

you got a nice henhouse
over here.

Course, it's about ready
to fall down.

Yeah, a mighty
good-looking milk cow.

She sure need
taking care of, though.

[ Clattering ]

There must be close
to 40 acres out back.

I reckon,
with the right kind of help,

you'd make yourself
a handsome living
just farming cotton.

All you need
is somebody like me,

who knows most everything
there is to know
about farming cotton.

Now-Now I was thinkin'
that maybe...

I can work around here
for food and a place to stay.

No, I can't give you any work.

I could fix you some breakfast,
and then you've got to leave.

Ain't no such thing
as a job nowadays, ma'am.

I'm sorry.
Now, I'll fix you
a nice plate of food.

You go and wait out there,
I'll bring it to you, okay?

Yes, ma'am.

You know, I can mend this fence
with no trouble at all
right after breakfast.

That'd be fine.
Just fine.

Okay.
I'll be right out here.

[ Children Playing ]

Oh, uh, good afternoon,
Mrs. Spalding.

Mr. Denby.
I hope
I'm not bothering you.

No.
Won't you come in?
Thank you.

Please.
Thank you.

Mrs. Spalding,
I just wanted you to know,

on behalf of everyone
down at the First Farmers Bank,

if there's ever anything
we can do in this hour of need,
all you have to do is ask.

Thank you.

Mrs. Spalding, I don't know
how much your husband told you
about his business...

but at the close
of banking hours yesterday,

you had a balance
of $116.72.

However, when your husband
bought this place,

he did borrow money
from the bank.

And at the time
of his death,

he still owed $3,681,

to be paid twice a year.

What that means,
Mrs. Spalding,
is come October 15,

you will owe the bank $240.

We were wondering if you had
any idea how you were
going to make that payment.

Yes, as a matter of fact,
I do.

I was thinking,

you know, Willa Langsford
and her sister have that
nice little gift shop,

and, well, I thought
I could do the same thing.

I could get some
real pretty little things,
and I could set them out.

Mrs. Spalding,
why would someone wanna
come all the way out here...

when the Langsfords' place
is right there on the square?

Oh.

Mrs. Spalding,
what we at the bank suggest
is that you sell this place.

Now, I know times are hard,
but maybe we can get enough
to pay off the loan...

and have a little extra
to tide you over for a while.

But where would we live?

Well, uh, I believe you have
a sister that resides here.

No. No, Margaret
couldn't take us in.

She could‒ She couldn't
afford it, and besides that,
she hasn't got the room.

Mrs. Spalding, when
tragedies like this happen,

sometimes we have to
face up to things
that are real hard.

Sometimes it's necessary
to split families up...

temporarily.

Now, I believe your husband
has some family up in Oklahoma.

I'm sure they'd be glad to
take in one of your children.

Mr. Denby, I'm sorry.
I can't talk about this right now.

If you'll excuse me,
you can let yourself out.

[ Man On Radio, Indistinct ]
There. That just about
does the trick.

That'll be, uh‒
25... 75 cents.

[ Man On Radio ]
...and admired in other women.

I repeat the name Angela's...
Well, I'll be seeing you
in a couple of weeks.

Right.
Thank you, Ruby.

♪♪ [ Radio: Swing ]
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know you were busy.

That's all right,
Mrs. Spalding.
I was just leaving.

Bye, Ruby.
Bye-bye.

Kids, come on in.
Hi, Aunt Margaret.

Don't touch anything, Possum.
Frank, watch your sister.

Don't let her touch anything.
Mrs. Parks offered to buy
five pounds of tomatoes from us,

if we bring them over
this evening, so we thought
we'd come by and say hello.

Where's Rosalie?

Oh, kids, I'm sorry.
She's gone off with her daddy.

But if you go out in the kitchen,
I got some Coca-Cola
in the icebox.

Can we, Mama?
Yeah, you can.

Just take one, Frank,
and split it
with your sister.

Okay, Mama.
It's all right.
You can each have one.

What do you say?
[ Children ]
Thank you, Aunt Margaret.

Margaret,
I've been thinking.

Maybe I could come
to work for you here.

I don't know very much
about this kind of work,
but I know I could learn.

I'm a real good worker.

Oh, hon...

I hardly got enough customers
these days to support
me and Wayne.

I understand.
I understand, Margaret.

Don't you even think about it.
Kids, come on, we got to go.
It's gettin' dark.

Here, I got $28 saved.
I don't want that.

Take it. If you don't,
Wayne is just gonna spend it
on some fool thing.

I don't need it.
Come on, kids.

Good-bye, Aunt Margaret.
Bye, Aunt Margaret.

I swear
you are just like Daddy.

You'd have thought I was
sawing off his leg just to ask
for the least little thing.

I'll talk to you
tomorrow.

[ Car Door Opens, Closes ]

I'm sorry to bother you
so late, Mrs. Spalding.

We caught this nigger here
with a bunch of things
I think might belong to you.

Found him
down by the tracks.

He claimed he's working for you,
but it looked to me like
he was trying to leave town.

No, he's working for me.

I needed somebody
to help out around here
and so I took on—

Moses. Moses Hadnot.

Moses. I took on Moses
to do some chores around here
till I get straightened away.

Mrs. Spalding, are you sure?
I mean, I found all that silver
on him.

Oh, it's-it's Mama's,
and Margaret wanted to
borrow it.

Now, if you had done like I said
and gone straight there
and straight back,

you wouldn't have gotten
into all this trouble.
Yes'm.

Mrs. Spalding,
are you sure
you're all right?

Well, good night.

Good night,
Jack.

[ Train Whistle Blows
In Distance ]

Uh, ma'am, I appreciate
what you've done for me.

How much could I make
if I was to plant cotton?

Cotton? Uh, well,
last year, cotton fetched
six cent a pound.

You got, say, 30 acres here,
you figure, um...

that comes to $307.

Now if you take‒
You sure you can do it?

Oh, ma'am,
I've been chopping cotton
since I was five years old.

I know all there is
to know about cotton.
Okay.

All right,
you stay in the shed
beside the barn.

Uh, ma'am, I-I just wanted
to say that I appreciate
what you've done for me.

If you ever try and steal
anything from me again,
I'll shoot you myself.

You understand that?

[ Horns Honking,
Phone Ringing ]

[ Man ] Thank you.
See you next week.
[ Man # 2 ] Good to see you.

Morning, Mrs. Spalding.

Well, hello, Mrs. Spalding.
It's nice to see you again
so soon.

Why don't you come
right in here?

Why don't you take a seat
right over there?

Mr. Denby,
I was wondering...

if you would show me
how to fill out a check.

I never did it before,
and I thought I'd best
learn how.

Why, certainly, Mrs. Spalding.
Now, it's just the simplest
thing in the world.

Now, up here,
this is where you put the date.

Mr. Denby,
I was thinking maybe...

it won't be necessary
for me to sell my farm
after all.

Well, of course it's necessary.
Now, I explained all that
to you yesterday.

Down here‒
Yes, but
I was thinking if-

if I was
to plant cotton‒
Mrs. Spalding,

you don't know the least thing
about cotton farming.

Yes, I know,
but Moses says‒
Moses? Who's Moses?

He's this Negro man.
I don't know any Negro
around here named Moses.

He was just passing through,
and I gave him a job
doing some chores.

You mean to tell me
you're letting some Negro hobo
talk you into planting cotton?

[ Phone Rings ]
Did you ever hear of anything
called the depression?

Now...

you see these?

These are all foreclosures,
and that's just in
the last three months.

And that's white men, been
cotton farming all their lives
and they can't make a go of it.

And you're listenin'
to some no-account Negro.

If you'll excuse me,
Mrs. Spalding,

but that's just about
the most ignorant thing
I've ever heard.

Mr. Denby, I'm not ignorant...

and I'm not selling my land...

and I'm not giving my children
over to anyone else to raise.

I'm going out and I'm buying
$15 worth of cottonseed,

so I would appreciate it
if you would show me again
how it is you write a check.

[ Man ]
Okay, Mrs. Spalding,
that's, uh‒

Let's see,
450 pounds of cotton seed
at .03 cent a pound.

That comes to, uh,
$13.50.

$13.50.
Yes, ma'am.

You fellas load this stuff
on Mrs. Spalding's wagon.

Mrs. Spalding.
Yes.

Mrs. Spalding, that ain't
the seed you paid for.

They're charging you for grade-A seed.
That ain't nothing but gin-run quality.

Something wrong, ma'am?

Mr. Simmons,

I think maybe you gave us
the wrong seed?

Well, so I did.

That-- That's just
an honest mistake,
isn't it, boy?

Isn't it, boy?

Yes, sir.

Now, you idiots give
Mrs. Spalding the wrong seed.

We're lucky her nigger caught it.

That's a smart nigger
you got there, Mrs. Spalding.
He's a credit to his race.

[ Hammering ]

Why you have to go shooting
your big mouth in front
of that white man like that?

I swear, you ain't never
gonna learn nothing.

Almost got yourself
into a carload of trouble.

This ain't your land.
You're just passin' through.

White woman ain't nothing to you.

People ain't no reason
to get yourself killed.

Howdy.

Howdy.

What's your name?
Moses.

My name's Frank.

My pa was killed.

I heard about it.
I'm sure sorry.

He was shot.

It was a nigger killed 'im.

How old are you, child?

Nine and four months.

You mean to tell me
you got to be nine years
and four months old...

and didn't nobody never tell you
it's the worse kind
of bad luck...

to rock a rocking chair
with nobody in it?

Don't do no good now.
The damage is done.

I knew a man
one time, he rocked
an empty rocking chair.

Before nightfall,
he got run over
by a cotton wagon.

Here, take this rabbit foot.

And you do what I do
and say what I say,
you understand?

First thing is you
turn around three times.

[ Both ]
One, two...

three.

Next thing is
you walk backwards.

[ Both ]
Seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

Thank you, Lord Jesus!
Amen!

Thank you, Lord Jesus!
Amen!

Gimme back
my rabbit foot.

Got too much to do around here
to go around saving your life
all the time.

Well, if you're just gonna
stand around, you might as well
be of some use.

Fetch me some of
them nails over there.

What are you thinking about?

I grew up in a place
just like this.

Boy, I hated it.

Used to run away
every chance I got.

Sneak out of the house,

go out behind the barn.

Then, I'd... head out
across the pasture...

and head down
to this little grove
of elm trees.

And right in the middle...
was this little spot,

where I used to go
and sit all the time.

[ Children Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Mrs. Spalding!

Hello?

Watch your step here.
And another one.

A little step up.

[ Knocks ]

[ Mr. Denby ]
Mrs. Spalding!

Yes, Mr. Denby,
I'm in the backyard!

I'll be right there.

Now put that thing away.

This woman may not like people
smoking in her house.

Now, please, once in your life,
just try and make
a good impression.

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Spalding.
How are you?

I'm just fine.

I don't believe you know
my brother-in-law Will.

How do you do?

Do you mind if we come in?

No, no, not at all.

Poor Will here lost his sight
in the big war.

I believe it was
the Battle of Somme,
wasn't it, Will?

He was a real war hero.
Weren't you, Will?

Well,
[ Chuckles ]

Will, he doesn't like to talk
about these things too much.

Do you, Will?
No.

Will's been living
with his mama, up until
she passed away last year.

Since that time,
he's been visiting
with my wife and me.

Now, then,
Mrs. Spalding,

in spite of the fact
that I still have
the gravest doubts...

about this misguided attempt
of yours to hold
onto this place,

nevertheless, as a Christian
and as a deacon of the church,

it's my beholden duty
to reach out the hand of charity
to a human being in need.

And I got to thinking,
now what better way...

to help out this poor woman
than if she was
to take in a boarder?

Someone who could move in here,
and by paying a modest rent,
help her out.

What I'm talking about is,
what if my brother-in-law...

was to move in here
and rent a room from you?

Move in here?
Now, Will makes
a fine living...

caning chairs
and making brooms,
so you don't have to worry.

Oh.

Mr. Denby, um,

I-I so appreciate
your thoughtfulness.

This just isn't a good time.

Sit down, Will.

Will.

[ Train Whistle Blows
In Distance ]

Mrs. Spalding,

speaking on behalf of the bank,
we would surely take it
as a sign...

that you were doing something
to provide for your family.

When would you like
your brother-in-law to move in?

As a matter of fact,
I have his things
out in the car right now.

Is there anything special
you like to eat?

I'm not a very good cook,
but I'm certainly
willing to try.

Mrs. Spalding,
I don't wanna be here
any more than you want me to be.

Now, I'll try not to be any more
trouble than is necessary.

And all I'll ask in return
is to be left alone
in peace and quiet.

Well, I just thought--
I know
what you just thought.

But I don't need your help,
and I don't need you
to feel sorry for me.

[ Sets Parking Brake ]

♪♪ [ Whistling ]

♪♪ [ Radio ]

Honey?
I'm in back, darlin'.

Where you been?
We're real late for the dance.

Old Man Wilson oughta put
that Studebaker of his
out to pasture.

I swear there's not a week
goes by without something
going wrong with the fool thing.

The trouble is
he thinks he can fix it
all by himself,

so he goes in there
and messes everything up,

and it just makes it
worse than it ever was
in the first place.

I think he does it on purpose
just so I'll come out there
and talk to him.

I mean, you know
that carburetor I fixed
for him last week?

He‒

Where's Rosalie?

Over at your mama's.
She's gonna sleep there tonight.

You ought not to eat that.
You'll get fat.

What about you?
A lot you'd notice.

I'd notice.

Wayne, we gotta go.
Everybody's waitin'.

Wayne, you gotta‒
[ Laughs ]

[ Both Snickering ]

[ Chattering ]
♪♪ [ Country Ballad ]

Hi.

Howdy. How you doin'?

Come on.
Let's go inside and dance.

Come on, let's go dance.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Thank you, baby.

You warm enough?
I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Want my coat?

No. There's a nice table
over there.

Hey, Wayne.
Howdy, Hank.

Sure am glad Rosalie
took that little trip today.

Why are you saying that?

Where were you two?
We were getting worried.

[ All Talking At Once ]

Hi, Buddy.
Come on out here.
I wanna buy us a drink.

Hon, we're gonna go out
and get a bottle of
good-for-what-ails-ya.

We'll be right back.
Be right back.

Just be a minute.

How you been, Buddy?
I've been fine. Fine.
Hey, I hear you‒

Where were you two?

♪♪ [ Country ]

♪ Don't you remember
don't you know ♪

♪ Daddy worked a man
called Cotton-eye Joe ♪

♪ Daddy worked a man
called Cotton-eye Joe ♪

♪ Hadn't oughta been
for Cotton-eye Joe, I'd been
married long time ago ♪

♪ I'd been married
long time ago ♪

♪♪ [ Continues ]

♪♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]

♪ I know a little gal lives
down below, used to go and see
her but I don't no more ♪

♪ Used to go and see her
but I don't no more ♪

♪ Hadn't oughta been for
Cotton-eye Joe, I'd been
married long time ago ♪

♪ I'd been married
long time ago ♪♪

Frank, are you cra‒

That man catches us in here,
he's gonna skin us alive.

I got something
important to show you.
Do you wanna see it or not?

Recordings for the Blind
presents...

"Trent's Last Case,"
by E.C. Bentley.

Chapter one:
"Bad News.

"Between what matters
and what seems to matter,

"how should the world we know
judge wisely?

"When the scheming,
indomitable brain
of Sigsbee Manderson...

was scattered by a shot‒"
[ Edna ]
Frank!

[ Scratches Record ]

Possum!

Coming, Mama!

♪♪ [ Country ]

Not ten minutes later,
he comes out driving
a brand-new Buick.

Are you through?
Vi and me are gonna dance.
Excuse us.

I don't wanna dance, Wayne.
Go do it, do it.

Don't say no.
You have to dance.
Come on.

I haven't danced all night.
Excuse me.

You look pretty tonight.

Let's go up to Dallas
this weekend, all right?

Take in a picture show,
then we'll have supper after,
just like an old married couple.

And you can tell Buddy
that you're visiting
that aunt of yours up in Dallas.

No.
Why not?
I'll be there.

Wayne, I can't go on
like this.

Honey, just be patient.
There's no problem.
We're gonna work everything out.

Don't worry about it.
Just give me a little bit
of time, that's all.

I'll think of something,
all right?

What's the matter, Vi?

Look, we're gonna be fine.
Just trust me.

Look, Wayne, we're not gonna
see each other anymore.

What are you
talking about, Vi?
Not like we have been.

This is good-bye.

[ Door Slams ]
Mrs. Spalding!

Mrs. Spalding!

Mrs. Spalding!

Mrs. Spalding.

Mrs. Spalding?

Yes, Mr. Will.
I'm right here.

Mrs. Spalding,
believe me,

if I had any other place
to go tonight besides
the State Home for the Infirm,

I would gladly leave
right now.

Now, when I came here,
all I asked was
to be left alone.

I am not some kind of freak
that is here on display...

for the amusement
of those hooligans
you call children.

What?
I will not have them
vandalizing my property.

Wait a minute. I will not have
you come in my house and talk
about my children like that.

It's ruined.
They are not hooligans,
and they are not vandals.

They are well brought up children.
You can't just walk into my house‒

Fine!

Fine.

Whatever they are,
you just keep them
out of my room.

[ Clattering ]

That's all right.
I'll get that.

The door's on your right.

Thank you.

Good night, Mrs. Spalding.

Good night, Mr. Will.

♪♪ [ Country ]

♪ Don't you remember
don't you know ♪

♪ Daddy worked a man
called Cotton-eye Joe ♪

♪ Daddy worked a man
called Cotton-eye Joe ♪

♪ Hadn't oughta been
for Cotton-eye Joe ♪

♪ I'd a been married
a long time ago ♪

♪ I'd a been married
a long time ago ♪

♪ Down in the cotton patch
down below ♪

♪ Everybody's singing
the Cotton-eye Joe ♪
Ready, ma'am?

♪ Everybody's singing
the Cotton-eye Joe ♪

Get along, mule.
Get along!

♪ Hadn't oughta been
for Cotton-eye Joe ♪

♪ I'd a been married
a long time ago ♪
Get along, mule!

♪ I'd a been married
a long time ago ♪

Get along there! Ha!

♪ Down in the cotton patch
down below ♪

♪ Everybody's singing
the Cotton-eye Joe ♪
That's fine.

♪ Everybody's singing
the Cotton-eye Joe ♪
That's just fine.

♪ Hadn't oughta been
for Cotton-eye Joe ♪

♪ I'd a been married
a long time ago ♪

♪ I'd a been married
a long time ago ♪♪

[ Horn Honks ]

[ Boy ]
Frank Spalding, you don't know
the first thing about smoking.

[ Frank ]
I do so. I been smoking
since I was little bitty.

Then how come
you can't inhale?
I can inhale real good.

Mr. Will! Mr. Will!
Frank got caught smoking
in school...

and the teacher told Ma
and Frank's gonna catch it!

[ Footsteps Running Away ]

Frank, I'll see you
at school tomorrow.

Well, young man,
what would your pa do
if he were here?

He'd spank me, I reckon.

I guess that's what
we got to do, then.

[ Possum ]
Frank, what's she gonna
do to you? Frank?

Ma, what are you
gonna do to him?
It's okay.

Ma, what are you
gonna do to Frank?

Are you gonna spank him?
Can I watch? Can I?

Possum!

Frank, when your pa did this,
how did he do it?

Most times,
I'd lean on the table,

grab hold
and he'd let me have it.

How many times?

Pa would be mad
over something like this.

I reckon he'd give me
ten good licks.

I'm ready.

Ma... I'm ready.

[ Loud Spanking Noises ]

[ Spanking Noises Continue ]

What's wrong?
Frank's
gettin' a lickin'.

- [ Sniffles ]
- Frank, did it hurt?

Frank!

Frank!

Come on.

Let's let ol' Frank
be by hisself for a bit.

Tell you what.
Why don't you help me
with my chores?

Mrs. Spalding?

I won't do that again...
ever.

Are you all right?

God. I miss my husband.
[ Sniffles ]

[ Church Bell Tolling ]

[ Wind Whistling ]

♪♪ [ Radio: Organ ]

Lord. It's gettin' so
I can't hardly see my hand
in front of my face.

Feels like rain.

Must be comin' up
a real storm.
Sure is.

[ Clacking ]

Help me wash dishes.

Now, don't be mad, baby.
You're a good baby.

I made each of you
some cookies too.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Thunder Grows Louder ]

Come on, boy.
Let's git. Come on! Git!
[ Braying ]

Get on, get on!
Come on!

Come on! We gotta
get inside, ma'am.

Storm's comin'
from over there.
Get on, boy!

[ Thunder Grows Louder ]

Come on! Let him be!

[ Grunting ]
Come on, won't you?
[ Brays ]

Hey. Let him go!

Come on! Run!

[ Children Yelling ]

[ Vi ]
Oh, God.

I want you to go in
the schoolroom right now.

Boys! Robert!
Let's go!

Andrew, let's go.
Come on, come on!
No dawdling!

Sally!
Come on. Move along.

Be careful
getting up these stairs.

[ Ringing ]

Everybody get inside!

- Where's Frank?
- [ Child ]
I don't know.

Let's go.

Toby.

All right.

[ Man Speaking On Radio,
Fades In And Out With Static ]

We've gotta get the windows open
before the whole house blows!
Get the ones in dining room.

I'll get these in here.
Hurry up!

- [ Screams ]
- [ House Creaking ]

You're a little baby.

[ Screams ]

Possum!

- Possum!
- [ Shouting ]

Possum!

[ House Creaking ]

Possum!
[ Wind Whistling ]

Possum!

Here. Give 'im here!

Come on! Come on!

Possum!

Possum!

Possum!

Possum!

Possum? Possum?

Possum!

Possum! Possum!

Possum. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
Mr. Will! Mr. Will!

Aah!

Step down!
Step down!

Step down!
Step down!

Step down!

Frank! Frank Spalding!
There's a tornado coming!

Get on in here!
You're gonna get yourself killed!
I can't!

I gotta get home!

Here!

I got him, ma'am.

Come on, Mr. Will.

It's all right.
It's all right.
Watch it, Mr. Will.

Okay, now get in there.

You take him now.
Mr. Will!
Mr. Will, step down.

Step down.

Watch your head.

[ Frank ]
Mom!

Mom!

Mom!
Oh, my God! It's Frank.

[ Moze ]
Frank, stay there!

Frank! Frank!

Frank! Darlin'!

Hey, come on!
Hey, come on!
We gotta get inside!

Come on! Hurry up!

Okay. Get him in!
Get him in!

[ Large Objects
Crashing Above ]

[ Crashing Continues ]

Okay, come on,
get in there!
[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

Hurry up! Inside!

[ Large Objects
Crashing Above ]

[ Wind Dying Down ]

[ Dog Barking ]

[ Wind Barely Audible ]

[ Siren ]
[ Woman ]
Where are you?

[ Children Crying ]

Get off.

- [ Crying Continues ]
- It's okay now.

It's all over now.
Come on. Come on out.

It's all right.
It's all‒

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Vi? Vi?

Hey, baby. It's okay.

It's okay now.
Everything's gonna
be all right.

Oh, darlin',
I was so scared.

I was so scared
somethin'‒

I don't know what I would do
if anything happened to you.

[ Siren ]

[ Woman Sobbing ]

[ Birds Chirping ]

Come on, ma'am.

Here. Give me
your hand, Mr. Will.

[ Mr. Will ]
How bad is it?

[ Moze ]
Everything's a little bent,
but it's still here.

[ Man ]
Somebody! We need
some help over here!

Oh, my God. Oh.

[ Siren ]
[ Men Shouting, Indistinct ]

Come on.

Come on, Vi.
Oh, Bud,
let's leave this town.

There's always
gonna be tornadoes.
Everybody'll always be poor.

Nothin' can work out here.

I wanna move, Buddy.
Please! I wanna‒
Sure, we can. Sure.

[ Crying ]
Please.

[ Church Bell Tolling ]

[ Clang ]

[ Clang ]

[ Rooster Crows ]

♪♪ [ Woman Singing On Radio ]

Morning, Mr. Will.
Morning.

Morning,
Mr. Will.
Good morning.

Morning, Mr. Will.
Morning.

[ Woman ]
♪ Good morning ♪♪

[ Mr. Will Scanning
Through Radio Stations ]

[ Man ]
Cotton held steady after
dropping to a record low...

of 31/2 cents a pound
over the last 4 days.

Poultry and eggs are down
to a seasonal low.

Corn remains unchanged.
Soy beans‒

So let me see.
At 31/2 cents a pound...

and 30 acres,
that would be‒

That comes to $175.

You think there's
any chance cotton prices
will go back up?

How much money
you got left in your account?

Twenty-four dollars.
That's all.

That's not nearly enough
to make your next payment.
I know.

I was wondering.

If I was to give you
what I made from my cotton,

it would cover
most of the payment.

Could you all
maybe wait for the rest?

Of course that's something
only the president of the bank
can decide, but...

I don't think
you should get your hopes up.
Could you ask?

[ Moze ] I'm telling you now,
there ain't no chance you gonna
ever get that prize money.

Nosum.
It ain't gonna work.
It's $100.

And that plus a crop
would be enough
to make the payment.

[ Mr. Will ]
You cannot begin to get
that cotton picked on time.

Why? Moses has said
that it's ready.

Well, Moses is
always sayin' things‒
Okay, ma'am.

I did say the cotton come in
a touch early hereabouts.

but in a couple, three days,
pickers from down south are
gonna get up far as this county.

They can go through
a field of cotton quicker than
you can say "Jack Robinson."

We'll start now.
[ Mr. Will ]
You got 30 acres to pick.

Frank and Possum can help.
That's not gonna
be nearly enough.

I'll pick 24 hours a day!
Did you ever
pick cotton before?

After an hour,
the hulls cut your fingers.
By noon, both hands is bleeding.

Moze, I‒
Later, your fingers
start to swell.

And after time,
there ain't no feeling
in your hands whatsoever.

And I ain't speakin' about
what it does to your knees.

Ain't talking about
what it does to your back.

We can't do it.
Get that through your head
once and for all. We can't!

Stop thinking about it
before you end up
killing yourself.

You listen to me.

If we lose this place,
you're going back to
beggin' for every meal.

Mr. Will, they're gonna
put you in a state home,
and I'm gonna lose my family.

I'm not gonna let that happen.
I don't care what it takes.
I don't care if it kills me.

I don't care if it kills you.
I'm not gonna give up.

And if the two of you do,
you can go straight to hell.

Careful with that now, hon.

I'll bet she isn't ready.
All the time we been coming,
not one time she been ready.

I'm here.
I'm coming.

I swear I start an hour early,
always end up half hour late.

What can I do to help?
Honey, wanna get the cards
on top of the drawers?

That looks good.
Want me
to do something?

Set up the table,
would you, Buddy?

♪♪ [ Radio: Big Band ]

[ Buddy ]
Here. Let me help you
with that, Margaret.

[ Whispers ]
Hi.

Can you find 'em?
Here. Let me get the light.

Right here.

♪♪ [ Big Band Continues ]

Hmm.

Want my peanuts,
honey?

I'll take your six, honey.

Discard, and rummy.
[ Chuckles ]

- I don't believe it.
- Thirty-two here.

[ Buddy ] Mm. Thirty-two.
What's the damage, Margaret?

[ Sighs ]
Seventy-three.

Seventy-three?
[ Chuckles ]

Listen, you two.
Vi and me got a little
announcement we wanna make.

The next time you two wanna
play cards with us, you're gonna
have to go to Houston to do it.

I got an offer from
an oil company down there.
It's too good to pass up.

- You lived here all your lives.
- Don't look at me.
It was Vi's idea.

You know how hard it is
to change her mind when
she gets it set on something.

We're gonna miss you,
Margaret.

It's just such a wonderful
opportunity for Bud.

We just can't pass it up.

We're gonna miss you a lot more
than you're gonna miss us,
I bet.

Congratulations.
[ Sighs ]

Congratulations, Buddy.
We're real happy for you.

Yeah. I'm gonna
get another drink.
You want one?

Sure.

It's my deal.

Whatever happened
between you and Vi,
I don't wanna know about it.

I don't ever wanna
hear about it.

Am I right?

Am I right?

Yes.

Maybe you didn't notice,
but I'm not the same dumb
beauty operator...

you married
eight years ago.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I got the shop.

Rosalie and me
can get along without you.

I'm never gonna
see Viola again.

It's over between us.
It's too late for that.

I don't think
I could live with you
anymore.

I don't think
I love you anymore.

Please don't say that.

[ Groans ]

[ Insects Chirping Loudly ]

[ Insects Buzzing ]

Aah. Oh.

Ow.

[ Muttering Softly ]
Lord, this ain't gonna work.

There ain't no way nobody
get all the cotton picking
that you sent us anyway.

I swear, sometimes I don't know
what's gotten into you.

Mr. Will, you gotta
talk to that woman.

She won't pay me no mind,
but she'd listen to you.
It won't do any good.

We's only got us
two acres picked today--
shoulda done at least four.

And we're fresh.
What's it gonna be in a week
when we ain't in good shape?

How many pickers would it take
to get the cotton in on time?

Nine to ten, at least.

Okay.
We better hire 'em then.

Hire pickers?
With what,
Mrs. Spalding?

You said yourself
you had $24
in the bank.

- That ain't near enough.
- I'll pay 'em out of the money
I get for the first bale.

What if you don't
get the first bale in?

Then I pay 'em outta
what I get from the gin.

Ma'am, if you do that,
you won't have hardly
any money left.

I'll take that chance.

[ Rooster Crowing ]

We ain't got much time
before those pickers
from the south get here.
MoZe?

All right, ma'am.
You got what you asked for.

Have they had
their breakfast yet?

I doubt it.

[ Man On Radio ]
Governor S.C. Johnson appealed
to President Roosevelt--

[ Alarm Clock Ringing ]

[ Ringing Stops ]

The governor had asked
the Relief Administration...

for one million dollars
in direct relief in the state.

Texas was allotted
$500,000 instead.

Governor Johnson
said the situation
was becoming critical.

Meanwhile,
in Baton Rouge, Louisiana,

Huey Long's
last legislative--

[ Sniffs ]

...last Tuesday,
as the administration
he left behind him...

pushed its investigation
of his assassination
ten days ago...

by Dr. Carl A. Weiss, Jr.

In baseball yesterday,
the Chicago Cubs retain
their two-game lead...

in the National League
pennant race by defeating
the New York Giants, 8-3,

before a crowd of 29,740
at Wrigley Field in Chicago.

It was the Cubs'
13th straight victory.

The second place
St. Louis Cardinals
won over Brooklyn, 1-0.

The Giants are now 41/2 games
behind the league-leading Cubs.
[ Motors Rumbling ]

The weather in the central
Texas today will be clear--
no sign of rain.

[ Motors Rumbling ]

Moze! Moze!

Hey. Over here, Mr. Will!

Moze,
the pickers are here.

How you know that?
I just heard 11 trucks
pass by the house...

and from the direction
they were headed, they were
pickers going to the Rapp place.

Damn. How much land
the Rapps have?
Four hundred acres.

We got three days
at the most left.

All right, y'all!
We ain't got no time to waste!
Let's get to work!

♪♪ [ Country Ballad ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Music Fades Out ]
[ Moze ]
Get along there.

[ Mule Braying,
Cart Wheels Rattling ]
Get along.

You ain't no more tired
than I am. Get along.

[ Groans ]

[ Rooster Crowing ]

Morning, ma'am.

♪♪ [ Country Ballad ]

Mrs. Spalding,
I hate to be the one
to tell you this,

but that sister of yours
doesn't have a natural talent
for cooking.

So I got to thinking
if we all weren't gonna
die of ptomaine poisoning,

I was gonna have to
do something about it.

[ Groans ]

So I'm fixin' us
some green beans
like my mother used to make.

Mrs. Spalding?

Mrs. Spalding,
are you okay?

I was rememberin'
a dream.

What day is this?

It's Friday, ma'am.

When do we have to
be at the gin?

Tomorrow morning.

[ Insects Chirping Loudly ]

[ Exhales Deeply ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Man ]
Recordings for the blind...

presents
"Trent's Last Case..."

by E.C. Bentley.

Chapter one: "Bad News."

"Between what matters
and what seems to matter,

how should
the world we know judge--"

[ Recording Continues,
Indistinct ]

Ow. Ah.
You all right?

[ Groans ]

"The End."

[ Groans ]

[ Moze ]
Ma'am?

Mrs. Spalding.

Hey, Mrs. Spalding.

Hey.

We're finished.

We done it.

He'll be here any minute.
Try and get this straight.

He's gonna start by trying to
charge you for using the gin.
I tell him, "For the seed."

Yes. He's gonna say
he'll take all the seed.
I say he can only have half.

Nosum.
We offer a third,
settle for a half.

Ma'am, we gotta
get 31/2 cents a pound
even with the prize money.

Now, you gotta remember that,
'cause‒
[ Motor Rumbling ]

Here he comes.

Howdy,
Mrs. Spalding.
Howdy, Mr. Simmons.

Nice little load of cotton
you got there. You oughta
be real proud. Real proud.

Let's go into my office
and see if we can
do some business.

Well, look who's here.
[ Chuckles ]

Go on and take a seat.

Now then, I ought to
explain to you how things
work around here.

First of all,
I gin the cotton for a fee,

and then I buy the cotton
from you if we can agree
on a price.

For ginning, it's customary
to charge five dollars
on the ton.

Excuse me. I was told that
you sometimes gin the cotton
for the seed.

Well, yes'm.
That's another way
of working it.

I gin the cotton
and keep the seed.

Well, the way
it was explained to me,

you're supposed to
keep a third.

I can tell you right now
I'm not gonna pay that.
Excuse me.

Little too much sun.

Now, out of respect
for your late husband,
I am prepared to go 50-50.

Fine.
Now then,
Mrs. Spalding,

I expect you realize
that the bottom dropped out
of the cotton market.

I pretty much doing you a favor
taking it off your hands.

Mr. Simmons, I want
41/2 cents a pound
for my cotton.

God Almighty, lady, you don't want me,
you want Santa Claus.

I'll pay you 2.75
and not a red cent more.

Four?

Ma'am, maybe you haven't heard,
but we're in the middle
of a depression.

I can't pay anything
close to that.

I'll give you
three cents a pound,
take it or leave it.

Know what your trouble is,
Mrs. Spalding? You are
the victim of unbridled greed.

3.5.

No.
Ma'am, that is
the honest price.

That's it.

I did my best.
I tried to help.

You can't blame me.
I can't do no more for you.

Now, you just go on down
to the square and see how much
you get for that cotton.

Mr. Simmons.

It just occurred to me.
I was looking at the pictures
here on your wall,

and I remember
how much store your daddy set...

in ginning the first
bale of cotton each year.

Guess this'll be the first year
since I don't remember when...

that y'all
haven't been the first.

But I guess Mr. Wheeler
down at Wheeler's gin...

would be real pleased
to meet my price...

just so he could show off
all next year at the Masons.

Mrs. Spalding.

Come back and sit down.

[ Door Opens ]

Thank you.
Thank you.

All right,
let's get this wagon
over to the loading bay.

Well?

What happened?
How much did you get?

3.75 cents per pound.

That's more
than the market price.

You know, if we'd planted
them other ten acres in cotton,
think what we would've made.

We would've been dead,
that's what we would've been.
I've been thinking.

Mr. Esters is lookin'
to sell off 12 acres
of his land.

Now, let me‒ You can't
afford to buy any land.
We'd have almost 60 acres of land.

All we'd need is
one good crop of cotton.
Thirty acres liked to kill us.

We could afford
to buy us a tractor.

A tractor.

I always wanted to
have me a tractor.

I always thought that
if I had me a tractor,

ain't no tellin' what I could do.
[ Laughs ]

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

- Mrs. Spalding?
- Yes.

Could I trouble you
for a cup of tea?

Oh. Of course.
I'll put the water on for you.

Do you mind
if I wait in here?
Not at all.

Trying to fix Frank's shoe.
It's got a big hole in it.

M-Mrs. Spalding,
can I ask you a question?

Yes.

What do you look like?

Hmm.

I have long hair
and I tie it up in the back.

And I have brown eyes.

I always wanted to
have blue eyes like my mama,

but Margaret got those.

And my teeth
stick out in front.

Uh...

'cause I sucked my thumb
a long time when I was a little girl.

Well...

no real beauty.

I'm all right.

[ Tea Kettle Whistling ]
Thank you.

Your tea's ready.

♪♪ [ Country ]

[ Applause ]

All right, friends.
One of our all-time favorites.

"Our Golden Dream."

♪♪ [ Country Ballad ]

Frank, you go on.

Yes'm.

[ Chattering,
Indistinct ]

Mama. [ Clears Throat ]
May I please have this dance?

Frank Spalding,

I'd be most pleased.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Twenty-five dollars.

Mrs. Spalding give me $25.

She oughtn't had to do that.

She can't afford to go around‒
What's the matter?

I thought
I heard someone.

Humph. Of course
you heard someone.
You heard me talking.

Anyways, you oughta
speak to her, on a account of
if she goes around spendin'‒

Moze, there's
somebody out there.

I don't suspect so,
but I'll go and see
just to make you feel better.

Light's on in the barn.
Be right back.

[ Twig Snaps ]

Get him!

[ Grunting ]

Moze? Moze?

[ Grunting ]

Hold him! Aah.

Dirty--
Aah.

[ Men Muttering,
Grunting ]

Grab him.
Get up, God damn you.
You son of a bitch!

- Aah!
- [ Gunshot ]
Moze?

Keep outta this, Mr. Will.
This ain't none
of your business.

You move away from him
right now.

Put that thing away, Mr. Will,
before you hurt someone.

- Oh, Goddamn.
- Shit.

Now‒

[ Clack ]
[ Gunshot ]

[ Clang ]

[ Object Tumbles ]

MoZe?

[ Click ]

[ Click ]

Ooh!
Hold it, Mr. Will.

We don't have
any quarrel with you.

Mr. Thompson,
why you doing this to him?

You got the wrong man, Mr. Will.
That ain't Thompson.

That's Mr. Thompson.
I've been selling him
brooms for years.

As sure as
you're Mr. Shaw,

and that's Mr. Simmons
over there by the barn.

All right, boys.
Let's us go on home.

[ Coughs, Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

All right, nigger,

but I ain't
through with you yet.

[ Weeping ]

[ Weeping Continues ]

♪♪ [ Country Ballad ]

Want a Coke?
No.

You rather
just go on home?

Wanna dance
with me?

I guess.

You sure?

[ Man ]
Howdy, Wayne, Margaret.

Hi, Mr. Cheeves.
Evenin'.

Don't you two
look nice together.

Thank you, ma'am.

Been a long time
since we've been
dancing together.

Dress sure looks pretty.

It's new.

Yeah. The color.
I really like the color.

Margaret,
what do I have to do
to tell you I'm sorry?

[ Mr. Will Speaking,
Indistinct ]

Moze? Moze?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, Moze.

Ma'am,
I'm gonna have to
be movin' along.

Ain't gonna be long
'fore that bunch decide
to come back,

and I best be gone by then.

What am I gonna
do without you?

Uh, I'd appreciate it
if you'd say good-bye
to Frank and Possum for me.

I'd soon as not have them
see me like this.

I been makin'
on this doll for Possum.

If you could give it to her,
I'd be most grateful.

And old Frank, he had his eye
on this rabbit foot of mine
for a spell,

so I 'spect
he might as well have it.

Here.

This is for you.

It's a handkerchief
belonged to my mama.

I thought maybe
you could use it.

Well, reckon I got a bit more
attached to this place...

than I intended to.

Well, Mrs. Spalding.

I'm gonna miss you.

Moze.

Yes, ma'am?

You took a no-account
piece of land...

and a buncha people
that didn't know
what they were doing...

and you farmed that land
better than anybody could‒
colored or white.

You're the one that
brought in the first bale
of cotton this year.

Don't you ever forget that.

Yes, ma'am.

Reckon I did that.

I reckon I did.

[ Choir ]
♪ This is my story ♪

♪ This is my song ♪

♪ Praising my Savior ♪

♪ All the day long ♪

♪ This is my story ♪

♪ This is my song ♪

♪ Praising my Savior ♪

♪ All the day long ♪♪

This morning we take our text
from First Corinthians,

the 13th chapter,
verses 1 through 8.

"Though I speak with the tongues
of men and of angels...

"and have not love,

"I am become
as a sounding brass...

"or a tinkling cymbal.

"And though I have
the gift of prophesy...

"and all knowledge
and have not love,

"I am nothing.

"And though
I bestow all my goods
to feed the poor...

"and have not love,

"it profit me nothing.

"Love is patient, kind.

"Love is not jealous
or boastful.

Love never ends."

♪♪ [ Piano ]

♪ I come to my garden ♪

♪ Alone ♪♪

♪♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]

On the night
before His crucifixion,

our Lord gathered
with His disciples.

He broke the bread
and blessed it, saying,

"Take, eat.
This is my body."

And He took the cup
and said,

"Drink. This is my blood,
which I shed for thee."

[ Choir ]
♪ And He walks with me ♪

♪ And He talks with me ♪
Peace of God.

♪ And He tells me ♪

♪ I am His own ♪

♪ And the joy we share ♪

♪ As we tarry there ♪

♪ None other ♪

♪ Has ever known ♪
Peace of God.

[ Men ]
♪ He speaks and the sound ♪

♪ Of his voice ♪

♪ Is so sweet ♪

♪ The birds
hush their singing ♪

♪ And the melody ♪

♪ That He gave to me ♪

♪ Within my heart ♪

♪ Is ringing ♪
Peace of God.

Peace of God.
♪ And ♪

♪ He walks with me ♪

♪ And He talks with me ♪

Peace of God.
♪ And He tells me ♪

♪ I am His own ♪

Peace of God.
♪ And the joy ♪

♪ We share ♪

♪ As we tarry there ♪

♪ Like none other ♪

♪ Has ever known ♪♪