Oh, if I had a daughter
I know what I would tell her
I know what I would tell her
When she’s old enough to know
I would tell my daughter
She must be her own mother
‘Cause I can only take her
As far as I can go
And on that very same day
She’d join a kind of relay
I’d pass her the baton and
I’d say you better run
‘Cause this thing has been going
For many generations
But there is so much healing
That still needs to be done
So go on, girl
It’s out of my hands
I can’t come where you’re going
But time unfurls
And you’ll understand
The baton, it will be passed again
The baton, it will be passed again
But today I have no daughter
I only have a mother
And I know that my mother taught me
Everything she knows
And I don’t wanna leave her
But she is drawing nearer
She’s coming round the corner
I can hear her yelling go
Go on, girl
It’s out of my hands
I can’t come where you’re going
Time unfurls
And you’ll understand
The baton, it will be passed again
The baton, it will be passed again