(David Olney)
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Oh the women 'cross the river carry water from the well at break of day
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And they talk to one another; 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 of what is right and what is wrong
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But the women 'cross the river; well they knew that all along
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Oh the women 'cross the river work with tools that are ancient and hand-made
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And they plow their fields in perfect rows 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 but then even they are bound to fall
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But the women 'cross the river never learned to build a wall
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Oh the women 'cross the river are as gentle as the dew upon the ground
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How I love to hear them laughing in the rain 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 and you never even know the reason why
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But the women 'cross the river; they can kill you with their eyes
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Oh the women 'cross the river; they can kill you with their eyes
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Women 'Cross The River
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Linda Ronstadt |