Woman Work

I've got the children to

The clothes to

The floor to

The food to

Then the chicken to

The baby to dryI got company to

The garden to weedI've got shirts to

The tots to

The cane to be cutI gotta clean up this

Then see about the

And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me,

Rain on me,

Fall softly,

And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from

With your fiercest

Let me float across the sky'Til I can rest again.

Fall gently,

Cover me with

Cold icy kisses

Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving

Mountain, oceans, leaf and

Star shine, moon

You're all that I can call my own.