You say you’re a man, you understand, but you don't

You should lend her, a helping hand but you won't

‘Cause I’m a man I don't understand but I try

She always does, what I command, while she cries

Why should we, do what we do, and sleep at night

The crazy things we put her through isn't right

It isn't right

So my brothers, don't hurt her anymore

She’s got her hurt lord, you got yours

And she's sick and tired of walking into doors

Her gentle spirit her sacred ways and her smile

May not be there, she may disappear in a little while

Sister Mum, sister girl and giving birth

Mother Nature, mother pearl and mother earth

Sweet Mother Earth

So my brothers don’t hurt her anymore

She’s got her hurt lord, you got yours

And she's sick and tired of walking into doors

So my brothers don't hurt her anymore

She’s got her hurt lord, you got yours

And she's sick and tired of walking into doors

Yes, she’s sick and tired of walking into doors