Harlem Woman — текст песни (Roy Orbison)

The woman is out on her own.
Walking the streets, sad and alone.
Yes she sells herself for nickles 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