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 you're 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