Song For a Black Woman

Girl, when you smile there's a sense of mystery
There's emotion when you close your eyes
And when you speak in the voice of history
Sacred moments become crystallised

And when I hear you calling
It doesn't matter whether
I'm on another planet

Play on the keyboard just like something heavenly
Although your words are bittersweet
Isn't it stranger than strange fruit can ever be
The anger growing on the street?

And when I hear you calling
It doesn't matter whether
I'm from a different country

Sit right down and count your fingers
What's a girl supposed to do?
You were born to be unhappy
They were there to make you blue
All the saints and all the sinners
All the politicians too
And the raindrops keep on falling
Feel them falling all around you



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Wheatcroft
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