We don’t know what they’re going through
Nor what they have been or their value
We don’t realise what they are worth
God, bless the women of this earth
The catastrophe would be unclear
If, one day, they were to disappear
No life, no joy, no light, no birth
God, bless the women of this earth
I wonder if our presence is a curse
Would they be better off without all of us?
Oh we’re plenty and they are dearth
God, bless the women of this earth
Quite often we may take them for granted
But they never have been unwanted
Is Life still Life without their mirth?
God, bless the women of this earth
