Here comes the milkmaid with her firm shoulders and the attitude of Caesar for one so disposable she's never been that way inclined.

Her hands are strong like the night we all sung her song.


Through the day, the night confides in her, her pales are filled with stars, fallen from the sky.

She day dreams, the day that she leaves, to become an actress, the milmaid superstar.

And her hands are strong like the night, we all sung her song.


Her father long since gone, left her with nothing, to live upon.

But a brother too young to learn.

A mother too old to work.

The milkmaid goes on.


Here comes the milkmaid with her, firm shoulders and the attitude of Caesar for one so disposable she's never been that way inclined.


Then one night a show came through town, the milkmaid in the crowd, was standing out.

A director took her hand, I undertand you'd like to act, her made her try, for a part,

she tried with all her heart and she left with the show and a leading part.


The days and nights became weightless and she became a great actress.

Like the stars in the sky, and her hands stayed strong like the night she sung her song


This is the story of the Milkmaid with her firm shoulders an the attitude of Caesar for one so disposable she's never been that way inclined.

Her hands are strong and tonight we sing this song