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Kate Reid
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Crone Woman
I was born in a valley of blood And it stained the skin of my soul Her body was shamed and trained to believe That she wasn't in control And that very first thing that I witnessed Was my mother's own lack of control And I learned to push back pain, like she did Right from birth
And throughout my growing up years, I watched my mother live out her life She weathered the storm called my father Until one day, her shelter gave way And she opened her eyes to the damage And the ruins of her life at her feet And I walked on knowing my mother's faults and fears And my father's choices were imprinted on me
Chorus: And sometimes when I'm feeling disconnected There's a rock in a place on a hill And a woman's name has been engraved there And her spirit floats on the wind all around And I go and sit with her And I feel her as she wraps her windy arms around me
The other day I dreamed I saw my mother standing on the beach And she was bleeding in to the ground And the tears rolled down her cheeks and back into the sea And I wonder how many mothers have Given up their daughters like seeds on the wind And I wonder how long those mothers wonder When those seeds will meet the soil
Chorus: And sometimes when I'm feeling disconnected There's a rock in a place on a hill And a woman's name has been engraved there Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And her spirit floats on the wind all around And I go and sit with her And I feel her as she wraps her windy arms around me
And I know a silver woman in the mountains And there's a Raven perched on top her head And she carves out her life all around her With fingernails caked in black earth And she tells me to hold fast to my truth And to lay myself down in the grass And she tells me to live in my body and Worship it too
Bridge: And I can't wait to be an old Crone Woman 'Cuz then I'll know who I really am I'll hoist my animals onto my shoulders With hands that are calloused and worn And I'll carry crystals in my pockets And the Moon will rise in my eyes And I'll walk barefoot on strong old muddy feet Singing stories of a well-aged life
Chorus: And I won't feel disconnected anymore And on a rock in a place on a hill I'll carve my own name into that stone there And my spirit will float on the wind all around And young women will sit with me there And they'll feel me as I wrap my windy arms around them I'll wrap my windy arms around them
End bridge: I'll be a windy, old, Crone Woman
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