Vera Johnson - Nagamma lyrics

Doctor Lotta's children are spread through many lands Reaching out with hungry eyes and empty searching hands Little bloated bellies, each finger like a claw And one among the millions is the girl called Nagamma Nagamma is thirsty, the sun keeps beating down She has to keep on moving her bare feet across the ground Mud and stone for mortar in the basket on her head She has carried it for years now, she will carry it till she's dead Nagamma has never been taught to read or write She spent her school years working on this construction site There's no need of schooling for her to earn her pay For labouring eight hours she makes thirty cents a day Nagamma is helping her family to survive They need her daily earnings to keep them all alive Girls are not like babies, they must work so she's been told So Nagamma keeps working, after all, she's eight years old Doctor Lotta's children are spread through many lands Reaching out with hungry eyes and empty searching hands Little bloated bellies, each finger like a claw And one among the millions is the girl called Nagamma