Sisterhood

Keep the lights down low, make the fire glow when darkness comes around
Keep madmen at bay, keep the Terror away in this revolution town
We came to live our freedoms out, from England's wretched law
To the land where all men are equal and all women can stand tall

In a circle tight I found the fight and I wrote for all
To all womankind leaving weakness behind and to daughters yet unborn
I wrote from rage and certainty, on the pages I was free
Don't you read the scars on my heart or my own life's tragedy

And loneliness in a foreign place and fear of the guillotine
Made me lean too hard on a man's cold heart, I thought he would rescue me
I found myself betrayed and spent, a woman cast aside
I let the river take me down to the depths where I could forever hide

My life was spared I learned to care, I learned to carry on
My heart was healed by the goodness of time and I loved another man
We allowed our love to bring us peace, but the comfort it was brief
Though I bore him another life, in the end I brought him grief.

Though I have long been dead and gone my hope will never end
That you'll find the strength to rise again, my sisters and my friends
A woman's life is all her own, no man shall be her head
We will drink to our sisterhood, the living and the dead.

Words and music (c) Sharon Winfield
Published by Bad Bear ltd