Yesterday I saw a woman Who was standing in the door And she looked just like an Indian She was brown with long black hair Her face was almost vacant But with a longing in her eyes She stared at me directly And it made me wonder why It made me wonder why Her gaze was still upon me As I got into my car And it made me feel uneasy So I tried to look away But I felt that she was needy Though I didn't know just why So I smiled a little smile As I pulled the car away I pulled the car away Come with me and you will see Things that will make you cry Take my hand and walk with me We are as one, we all are one It was later in the evening That a noisy fight began There was crying of a woman And the yelling of a man Shouting angry words of hatred As he struck her with his hand While she pleased for his mercy But he failed to understand Failed to understand My blood began to boil And I was outraged to my soul At the legacy of violence That's been passed to us from old Tradition has allowed for men To brutalize their wives Expecting us to live with this threat For all our lives, for all our lives Come with me and you will see Things that will make you cry Heal the sick, and raise the dead My soul can fly, my soul can fly Out over houses and fields And I can see clearly in the blackest night I grabbed the hotel phone To get someone to their room And they knocked upon the door Saying, "what's going on in there?" And a voice said, "nothing's going on She just drank too much again" And then he said, "she's just an Eskimo With a drinking problem" That's what he said I knew the truth quite clearly That this woman wasn't drunk She was sober as a stone While all of this was going on And in answer to his hateful words That he'd lied about his wife Came the thought he's just a white guy With a violence problem With a violence problem Come with me and you will see Things that will make you cry Take my hand and walk with me We are as one we all are one God save this beaten woman Who had fallen to her knees And to all the other's like her Who are ill with this disease I still can hear her moaning I just want my husband back But I understood that somehow She believed it was her fault She thought it was something she did Well I'd like to make her leave him But I know I probably can't And all the beaten women Who have got to take a stand We must not forget them For we are all as one Or ever hide our eyes For I too have been one, I have been one Come with me and you will see Things that will make you cry Come with me and you will see Things that will make you cry Heal the sick and raise the dead We are as one we all are one