[Bless'd be the women]    Lyrics: Brice Homs.   Music: Daniel Lavoie.   Abacaba Editions/Marmalou Musique/Universal Music Publishing

They rip  the earth
from the ground at their feet
They set up borders
Just to fight over them
They dry up rivers
Burn woods and forests
Turn summer into winter
And reverse the tides

They seek profit
Without gaining from it
They challenge each other
As one throws  dice
They sow injustice
Harvesting misery
On the edge of  the precipice
They look  back
 

Bless’d be women, who still love men
When you see what they do, when you add it all up
Bless’d be women who still love men 

TThey build  themselves empires
And glass palaces
They mistake what they want
For what's should still to be done
They demand love
But just want to make it
They live from day to day
Tomorrow’s no better than yesterday 

Bless’d be women, who still love men
When you see what they do, when you add it all up
Bless’d be women who still love men 

They convince themselves they are right
They give themselves time
Demanding forgiveness
But they don’t forgive in return
They fall asleep at night
Curled up alone and shivering
Whilst clothed in glory
Are they less naked than before 

Bless’d be women, who still love men
When you see what they do, when you add it all up
Bless’d be women who still love men 

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