Helen

Helen, Helen, the bravest kind

of woman you could ever find

walking alone at the street

with her bags and her pride

The Helen Widow, they tell me

is like a diamond in the sky:

it's the toughest kind of stone

that usually survives.

Fate killed her husband

but didn't kill her pride

and there she walks through the lanes

with her head up in the sky.

Helen Widow, they tell me,

she never lets them knock her down -

she never listens the sad, pity words,

she keep on walking, alone, in the town.

Helen, Helen, I praise you like a heroness

a woman of qualities hard to find nowadays

I am glad you are still alive

and for all I can do that's how you will be

for the days and the hours ahead of your lifetime.

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