(Roy Orbison/Joe Melson)
The woman is out on her own
Walking the streets, sad and alone
Yeah, she sells herself for nickels and dimes
These are hard times for a Harlem woman
Harlem woman
Yes, you walk at night, I have held you tight
But you're not aware of how much I care
No, you can't feel your baby's being hungry and cold
So, long night through go on and do what you must do
I love you, I love you, Harlem woman
Harlem woman
Sometimes I cry but I'll get by till you're mine alone
So, carry on to others arms, tender, but strong,
Till you belong to me Harlem woman, hang on
I'll take you away
Someday, I'll set you free to be with only me
Till then I 'll know
Lord knows I'll know
They can buy the body; but not the soul; of my Harlem woman
Harlem woman, Hang on