Harlem Woman

Harlem Woman The woman is out on her own. Walking the streets sad and alone. Yes she sells herself For nickels and dimes these are hard times. For a Harlem woman. Harlem woman. Yes you work at night. I have held you tight. But you’re not aware of how much I care. No you can’t see your baby’s been hungry and cold. So long nights through go on and do what you must do I love you. I love you. Harlem woman. Harlem woman. Sometimes I cry but I’ll get by till your mine alone. So carry on to other arms tender but strong. Till you belong to me Harlem woman hang on. I’ll take you away. Someday I’ll set you free to be with only me. Till then I’ll know Lord knows I’ll know They can buy the body but not the soul of my Harlem woman Harlem woman Harlem woman Hang on by: José Duarte