Blessed be the woman who bindeth up her wounds

Patient is she who keeps faith that love will come by soon

But I can't wait on human grace, when beaten down to dust

Like a thief in the night, I'm running for my life, 'cause I just get double-crossed



Let me not be ashamed to cry out from my pain

Let not my soul be oppressed, my tears be not in vain

No woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native land

No man should put asunder Almighty's commands



Things you take for granted, I have never had

Sitting alone in this cold room is more than love gone bad

No woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native land

No man should put asunder Almighty's commands

My enemies afflict my soul and bear falsehoods against my name

The wicked ones who put me here shall perish all the same



No woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native land

No man should put asunder Almighty's commands

No woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native land

No man should put asunder Almighty's commands