She grew up in the slums of the city
And at sixteen she was young and pretty
Alone, lost, and feeling very blue
She's gotta make it through
She's gotta make it through
And the road's gonna be so rough
Little mother, hold your head up high,
there's still hope yet, ooooh
young and fresh and wild,
Cares for baby and makes all her clothes
A young little mother with
She's gotta make it through
She's gotta make it through
And the road's gonna be so rough,
Little lady hold your head up high
When the darkness will be
There'll be magic in the air
And you'll find someone to care
For you and your baby girl
In a brighter and a better world
For you and your baby girl
For you and your baby girl
In a brighter and a world
For you and your baby girl
In a brighter and a better world
For you and your baby girl