My mother’s mother always had books in her house
That’s what her mother had dreamed about
Those chances were lost on her
So in their home my mother learned
The hymn
Like a beautiful hand-me-down

Sister sister
Won’t you sing with me
My voice without yours Is out of harmony

My father’s mother grew up in a town
Where the word quickly went around
She learned ‘place yourself in the other seat
Before you decide to speak
And passed it on
Like a beautiful hand-me-down

Sister sister
Won’t you sing with me
My voice without yours
Is out of harmony
Sister sister
In these trying times
I’ll remind you of our song
So you can sing along

Take the journey you desire
Spend no time in looking back
All the chances that were lost on them
They wish for us to have
If you ever have a daughter
Pay it forward in return
You just might find it goes on
Like the song of a mockingbird

Sister sister
Won’t you sing with me
In this man’s world of patriarchy
Sister sister
We will build another table
So order up another round
Cheers to the resistance

Sister sister
Won’t you sing with me
My voice without yours
Is out of harmony
Sister sister
In these trying times
I’ll remind you of our song
So you can pass it on