Golden Brown
Anna
The storms are over
The sun is out
It time for us to walk blessed
Golden brown superb in health
Like immortals on earth
Anna are you on something
No I am just drunk on the air
You seem to be very happy this morning
I just feel very beautiful
Loose of shift
Free of bodice
Full of Joy
Their hands are dirty
Their faces black
They wear shapeless dresses
That hide their bulk
No colour or ribbons
No kind of decoration
They are scarred
By the very sun
That gives us both life
Golden Brown
Golden Brown
Golden Brown
Outlaw