To fold the clothes
no matter who lives or dies, I am still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt together.
Nothing can stop our tenderness.
I'll get back to the poem.
I'll get back to being a woman.
But for now there is a shirt in my hands,
and a little girl standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.
no matter who lives or dies, I am still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt together.
Nothing can stop our tenderness.
I'll get back to the poem.
I'll get back to being a woman.
But for now there is a shirt in my hands,
and a little girl standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.