There's a woman who lives down the street on Mandalay;
She wears all black and grieves her husband every day;
She has no teeth and prays away;
She shouts "dunamis" and tells me I'm okay.
We light a candle to remember the deceased;
We eat cake in the morning and call it a feast;
In that year I was resting, she believed in me;
My heart whispered gently, I wish her heart free.
This woman in black walks on the beach each day;
As she remembers her husband who loved when she sang;
He played violin on the beach what words couldn't say;
She says what words can't express, music plays.
This woman in black grows green string beans;
In her backyard growing from multiple trees;
When I fought with my dad she reminded me;
He was a pillar on which she leans.
This woman in black is a mystery;
She is hope and love, magic and grief;
I brought her a candle as I had to leave;
She said, "I love you, love and be free."