WHAT would be the use of singing songs
If there was no little woman near to hear them?
What would be the use of righting wrongs
If a little woman didn’t cease to fear them?
What would be the use of getting rich,
Oh, what would be the use of winning fame,
If the conquest wasn’t really something which
Brought glory to a little woman’s name?
What would be the use of all the striving,
The turmoil and the heartache and the sighs?
Who would bear the goad of ceaseless driving
If it wasn’t for the lovelight in her eyes?
If it wasn’t for a woman’s tender glances,
Who waits at home with welcome fond and true,
If we ever ceased to live our sweet romances,
What would be the use of all we do?
