THE WOMAN RUNS DEEP
Words & Music © John Morton 2004.
The woman runs deep—
Whoah, yeah,
The woman runs deep.
And when it comes to pressure,
She can take it in her stride;
The breadth of her compassion
Is the source of all her pride—
So when he comes home hurting,
Well, it’s her tears that wind up getting cried…
The woman runs deep, (etc…)
And when it comes down to it,
She don’t need to talk the talk;
When she’s taking care of business,
Well, she truly walks the walk—
So when he doubts and stumbles,
She’s his remedy, his refuge, and his rock…
The woman runs deep, (etc…)
She’s his
Soulmate—
See,
That’s the bottom line—
Yeah—
And there’s
No way—
No!—
She ever leaves his mind;
Don’t care
Whether
They’re
Continents apart—
No!—
Come what-
Ever—
Yeah!—
She never leaves his heart.
And when it comes to feelings,
She’s like a bottomless well;
The depths of her emotions
Reach from heaven right down to hell—
So when he hides his troubles,
She can drag him kicking and screaming out of his shell…
The woman runs deep, (etc…)
(Rpt.)
sung by samuel ‘hutch’ hutchinson
