You know, sisters, There's been far too few songs written About us, and our beauty. And women of lesser understanding Might have become bitter Through the years of neglect. But our faith in our men and ourselves, Is being rewarded. Now, I'm not saying that the struggle is over, Far, far from it, But there is a new day And it promises to be a day of truth. Truth about beauty And the world will see How truly sensitve and beautiful, And wonderful, We really are. Georgia Rose Georgia Georgia Georgia Rose We're the most precious rose, Dixie grows. Now some folks don't think it's right, 'Cause our skin is black as night. But we know our hearts Is showing up alright. To the good Lord up above, We all look the same. So let's not hang our heads down in shame Hmm Georgia Rose, Georgia Georgia Georgia Rose We can't be blue 'Cause our skin is black We can't walk around now With our heads down In shame No, no, no! 'Cause our skin is pretty and black as night. We can't be blue. Ah, ah No, no We can't be blue, 'Cause our skin is black. Georgia Rose Georgia Rose