Six days later, early morning . Yawning and stretching. Yes, I've been up for hours. You know if I don't get working, I'll be whipped. She listens for a moment.
Slaves start singing and slowly get louder as they pass the house on their way to the fields.
Then the song fades as the line of slaves moves away. This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine. Down by the riverside, I'm gonna let it shine.