~ Myke, PeHP Herstory 112
Every Womon Here
Written by Myke Johnson, Average Dyke Band
PeHP Source: Average Dyke Band songsheets 1985; PeHP Herstory 112; Peace Camp GatherSing, 2008.
PeHP Source: Average Dyke Band songsheets 1985; PeHP Herstory 112; Peace Camp GatherSing, 2008.
I hear you crying in angry words,
Why is it normal that each of us has a story
of rape and violence, rape and violence?
Each of us, every womon here.
I want to live without fear in my life
I’m so past ready for joy
I’ll hold your pain in the well of my own
I’ll hold your hand on the long walk home
Every womon here
Only a child tell she understood
just what a nuclear war would mean
Tell me stories that say it’s not true
Lying will do
None of us can return to where we were before
I want you to live without fear in your life
You’re so past ready for joy
I’ll hold your pain in the well of my own
I’ll hold your hand on the long walk home
Every woman here
We want to live without fear in our lives
We’re so past ready for joy
I’ll hold your pain in the well of my own
I’ll hold your hand on the long walk home
Every womon here
Why is it normal that each of us has a story
of rape and violence, rape and violence?
Each of us, every womon here.
I want to live without fear in my life
I’m so past ready for joy
I’ll hold your pain in the well of my own
I’ll hold your hand on the long walk home
Every womon here
Only a child tell she understood
just what a nuclear war would mean
Tell me stories that say it’s not true
Lying will do
None of us can return to where we were before
I want you to live without fear in your life
You’re so past ready for joy
I’ll hold your pain in the well of my own
I’ll hold your hand on the long walk home
Every woman here
We want to live without fear in our lives
We’re so past ready for joy
I’ll hold your pain in the well of my own
I’ll hold your hand on the long walk home
Every womon here
I remember so often singing this song with the sisters. as we sat there singing i would look around knowing that so many of us had our own stories of rape and violence, and often wondered if this is what brought us back to the camp over and over again.
ReplyDeleteThis as most of the songs was my favourite. I recall so often sitting around a campfire or in the barn or out working or whatever singing this song. I would look around into the beautiful faces of our sisters and see the pain in their eyes, the tears running down their cheeks as they sang this song.
ReplyDeleteIt was then I knew I was not alone.