I am My Mother's savage daughter!

I am my mother's savage daughter

The one who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

My mother's child is a savage

She looks for her omens in the colours of stones

In the faces of cats, in the falling of features

In dancing of fire

In the curve of old bones

I am my mother's savage daughter

The ones that run barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

My mother's child dances in darkness

She sings heathen songs

By the light of the moon

And watches the Star and reanames the plants

And dreams she can reach them

with a song and a broom

I am My Mother's savage daughter

The one who run barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

We are all brought fourth out of darkness

Into this world, through blood and through pain

And deep in our bones, and old songs are waking

So sing them with voices if thunder and rain

We are our mother's savage daughter

The ones who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughter

We will not cut our hair

We will not lower our voice

We are our mother's savage daughter

The ones Who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughter

We will not cut our hair

We will not lower our voice!!!