Lyrics Four Women - Live – Montreux Jazz Festival 1990 - Nina Simone

Four women

This next two tunes are dedicated to the blacks of America
The blacks of Switzerland
The blacks of the Middle East
The blacks of Africa
And we all very happy that Nelson Mandela is free, right?

They thought I was not political anymore
That was a mistake to think that
Four women, the story of four black women
And their different textures of hair
Their different complexions and how they feel about life

My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
And my back is strong

Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is Aunt Sarah
My name is Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong

My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan-tan
My hair is alright, it's fine
My hips invite you
My hair like wine, my mouth like wine

Whose little girl am I?
Well, yours if you have money to buy
What do they call me
They call me Sweet Thing
They call me Sweet Thing
They call me Sweet Thing
They call me Sweet Thing

My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
I'll kill the first mother I see
'Cause my life has been too rough

I'm awfully bitter these days
Because my parents were slaves
What do they call me

They call me Peaches