Paroles de Mother

Over land and over sea She reaches out to me Weaving and threading the loom From womb to womb Slaves and merchants Pilgrims and thieves Felt her hand and charted skys By following her moon Mother ... Mother ... Mother ... Some came and built with stone and bone Some planted fields on promised land And harvested their dreams, Then disappeared As generations lose their memory I'll try and remind my heart ... And hope that it will set me free Mother ... Mother ... Mother ... Condeming my true nature I stood outside of myself ... outside of myself Conditioning is what made me Lose sight of myself ... lose sight of myself ... Lose sight Ravens cry out, Tides pull in, Somehow she replenishes ... Giving birth again Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...