Текст песни Josephine March - Deborah Stokol

Josephine, Josephine
Runs through leaves
And fills the sheaves of paper
With her dreams

Josephine, Josephine
Writes her lore
And does her chores
With Meg and Beth and Amy

She swims in the blue-brown of the pond nearby
And she will Transcend
You will hear her voice ring out
For her strength is great

Josephine, Josephine
Moves through fear of their pain
Does sheer
Her hair for loves in need

Josephine, Josephine
Fierce and fiery
Tell a story
At Home or in the city

She will break those hearts of theirs
And she will break rules
Know you must let her speak
She is neither mild nor meek

Josephine, Josephine
Come what may
In March each day
And save them from the grey

Josephine, Josephine
The teacher, here,
And sisters, dear
Are whom you love to have so near

But first, go
Have adventures
And always
Scratch your pen

Time will be kind
To you
And she who did
Write you true

Josephine
Josephine
Josephine
Josephine

Josephine, Josephine
March right on
You are a scion
Of your kindred's name

Josephine, Josephine
Share your thoughts
The words you've fought
To put there on the page