| Oh, the women 'cross the river
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| Carry water from the well at break of day
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| And 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 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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| Well, 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 hand made
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| And they plow their fields in perfect rows
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| And then they rest beneath the shade
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| Now we have learned to build out of concrete, out of steel
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| And our buildings stand 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 never even know the reason 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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| Oh, the women 'cross the river
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| They can kill you with their eyes |