Doctor Grandma

When we first joined the Baha’i Faith, we used to sing a lot of songs. One we used to sing is “One Heart Ruby Red.” It is corny, as are most Baha’i songs, but the memory is of groups of people, different races, sitting around singing it together and believing in it with all their hearts, Persians with accents as well as black and white Americans, other groups and mixtures of all. It is a nice memory.

One Heart Ruby Red

Walking down the street I met a friend,

a friend with skin of midnight black,

Suffering, suffering,

with a weight upon his back,

One heart ruby red, 

One heart ruby red,

One heart ruby red,

Beats the heart of man.

Walking down the street I met a friend,

a friend with skin of snowy white,

Suffering, suffering,

holdin’ up the world with all her might,

On heart ruby red, …… beats the heart of man.

Walkin’ down the street I met a friend,

a friend with skin of golden brown,

Suffering, suffering,

with his head a’hangin’ down,

One heart ruby red, ……. beats the heart of man.

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