Welfare Symphony

[Verse]

Welfare workers

Prying into her life

Was she really someone's wife?

And where was he?

She often cried as they left her

Without a shred of pride

She had so many things to think about

So many children to feed

She had need of something that would ease her mind

(Store-front religion—play the numbers)

She had trouble in her time, in her time, in her time

She had so much trouble in her time