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There's a light in the kitchen |
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There's a glass on the stand |
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Three women round the table |
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And they're holding hands |
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They're care taking the birthings |
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Bringing food when they can |
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They're easin' the leavin' |
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And they're holding hands |
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Love can get tangled |
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And jumbled sometimes |
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You can lose your way in this world |
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You can lose your mind |
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But there's something love |
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In which I can depend |
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It's the strength in women |
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Holding hands |
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The night can be dark |
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So dark and wild |
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And life burns like a diamond |
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It's unbearably hard |
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But it's sweeter than honesty |
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Right from the jar |
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Your eyes have the look |
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Of some different place |
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You've got one foot in heaven |
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And one still in this land |
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So we breathe it in deep |
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And we let it out slow |
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We're holding up up |
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While you're letting us go |
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There's a free falling feeling |
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I'm lighter than air and home burns |
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Like a beacon in your eyes |
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But somehow we get anchored |
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Somehow we get by |
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Here's to the women |
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Who bind the wounds tight |
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Here's to the ones |
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Who sit talking half of the night |
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Here's to the love |
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And the life that they mend |
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And here's to the strength |
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In women holding hands |
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And here's to the strength |
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In women holding hands |
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And here's to the strength |
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In women holding hands |
