You might think it's easy,
but it is really not,
to find a good woman,
is hard like a rock.
I climbed up the mountains,
I went overseas,
I just could not find her,
in the woods full of trees.
What should I do?
Who brings water to life?
I need a well,
a soulful bright wife.
So
I rise up like an eagle,
'cause I need a good view,
Now I see what a beauty,
My hope's become true.
Whatever they say,
And whatever they know,
I longed for a treasure,
That I now do own.
3xHallelujah
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