Stand Up and Sing

Stand up and sing for the sisters in the kitchen
Mopping floors, frying chicken
For the mothers and their babies
Sweet young things and tough old ladies
Plain and simple, big and loud
Small and frightened, shy or proud
Stand up for my sisters and sing

Stand up and sing for the sisters in the office
Behind the scenes, below the surface
For the doctors and mechanics
The depressives and the manics
Mothers sisters daughters wives
Leading unheralded lives
I stand up for my sisters and sing

With our hands we make the world
We create each day anew
With our hearts we heal the world
We raise up our voices and lift up our spirits and sing
We sing

Stand up and sing for the hag who rides the hedges
Hecate’s child living wild out on the edges
For the rocker and the punker
For the farmer and the hunter
For the priestess standing tall
All for one and one for all
We stand up for our sisters and sing