Woman is the fountain, the fruit and the vine,
her man is a mountain, there, all the time.
If woman was a mountain, with her head in the sky,
her man would be a fountain...bursting with pride.
Bright lights in day time, candles at night,
strike matches for candles, candles at night.
Candles in day time, candles at night,
some candles in day time...have lasted all night.
Leaders are cheaters, the beaters of men,
they write as they beat us, our debt to them.
They are fighting for peace, is what is said,
I wish that they could find their own peace instead.
I saw you were handed the dirty end of the stick,
I saw how you were stranded by bad arithmetic.
I saw how you were branded for one little slip.
When the world is open handed, I’m sure you will fit.
Woman is the fountain, the fruit and the vine,
her man is a mountain, there, all the time.
If woman was a mountain, with her head in the sky,
her man would be a fountain...bursting with pride.
The the first bars of the melody, by the way, lean heavily on "Counting My Blessings", from the movie "White Christmas" and written by Irving Berlin. I find this kind of amusing for some reason, not that I'm a dirty old man or anything...
2 comments:
I love the part about the man and woman, but I don't quite get the link between the government. Maybe I've been working too hard? lol.
Gov't? Ah, leaders! Leaders are not the gov't! We, the people are the gov't, uh, aren't we?
I get your point though, the third verse might seem like a spring in context. There is, I think, a vague connection, but how to point to it?
Hmmn, there are number of, uh, what might be called graphic puns in the text and I'd blush if I had to point them out, let alone explain them...
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