SOLOMON’S SONG

She stood four feet or so, a little smaller than the rest
A lower door in the east, flowing north, south and west
She sang her simple song from a river plain and bold
With feet all gnarled and worn and a heart of purest gold

          She taught us all to care for our sister and our brother
          Our father called her friend and we all called her mother

She cared for the dying, for the sick and for the poor
She cared for the wealthy, the tired and the sore
No man on earth could touch her humble soul of grace’s fame
Letting only lepers kiss her, others bowed their head in shame

          She taught us all to care for our sister and our brother
          Our father called her friend and we all called her mother
          Rock stars and presidents honored her as heaven sent
          As she sat way in the back with her arm around a beggar

They call me Solomon and I ruled a mighty kingdom
I’ve known my share of women and know a lady when I see one

She was a brave and noble soldier, full of humor, truly free
The most liberated woman of the twentieth century
She stood four feet or so, a little smaller than the rest
A lower door in the east, flowing north, south and west

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