Tag: Harry Belafonte

  • daylight come and me wanna go home

    Sitting alone in the couch tonight, I slowly realize that I can hear someone singing.  Somewhere in the house, a man is singing. It has a muted quality, as though it is coming from very far away. I stand for a moment and listen.  I recognize it. The clear voice, the calypso intonation is unmistakeable.…