Hana
Hana

Hana steps out of a storm
Into a stranger's warm, but
Hard-up kitchen
She sees what must be done
She takes off her coat and
Rolls up her sleeves
And starts pitchin' in

Hana has a special knack
For getting people back on the right track
'Cause she knows
They all matter
So she doesn't argue or flatter
She doesn't fight the slights
She takes it on the chin
Like a champ

Hana
Hana

Hana says, "when life's a drag
Don't cave in
Don't wave a white flag
Raise up
A white banner
In this manner
Straighten your back
Dig in your heals
And get a good grip on your grief"

Hana says, "don't get me wrong
This is no simple Sunday song
Where God or Jesus comes along
And they save ya"
You've got to be braver than that
To tackle the beast alone
With all its tenacious teeth
Light the lamp

Hana
Hana

Hana
Hana

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Writer(s): Joni Mitchell