| Oh, the women 'cross the river
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| Carry water from the well at break of day
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| They talk to one another
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| God only knows what they might say
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| You might get an education
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| After years of dedication
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| You might finally get a glimpse
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| Of what is right and what is wrong
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| But the women 'cross the river
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| They knew that all along
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| Oh, the women 'cross the river
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| Work with tools that are ancient and handmade
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| They plow their fields in perfect rows and then
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| They rest beneath the shade
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| Now we have learned to build
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| Out of concrete out of steel
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| And our buildings last a thousand years
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| But then even they are bound to fall
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| But the women 'cross the river
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| Never learned to build a wall
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| Oh, the women 'cross the river
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| Are as gentle as the dew upon the ground
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| How I love to hear them laughing in the rain
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| When it makes that perfect sound
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| Now a soldier with a gun and a battle to be won
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| Might kill you with a bullet
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| And you’d never even know the reasqon why
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| But the women 'cross the river
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| They can kill you with their eyes
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| The women 'cross the river
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| They can kill you with their eyes |