Sad blues and her brown eyes
Sad blues and her brown eyes
Have seen her five brothers die
Father died too how will she survive
Mother can’t provide
Because Africa decided a woman can’t have a job like a guy
Rise up spread your wings take it to the sky
Fly mother butterfly Fly mother butterfly
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