A Group Of Women Lyrics & Chords By Palace Music

Bless his head, his blessed state
Has got me crawling 'neath the gate
To watch the women wash there
Bless their arms, bless their hair

I shall not be a weight to thee
For I am free, will ever be
Future days, with future sound
Is offering to come around

And as I sit and watch them wash
I have no point to get across
I have no mouth and still I stand
To peck the youngest woman's hand

And glory rise upon her breast
And her breast breath rise, and so I rest