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When the day, when the day falls to the light
At the end, oh the end of my time
I call to the dark take the bones off my back
And I chant to the black you were my lady divine
'Cause my children are in hiding
Mortor and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
When the chairs are tucked into the fading song
And the silver of their pours has grown long
Oh, they call to the dark, take the bones off my back
And they chant to the black you were my lady divine
And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies
'Cause the bones have been removed
From their hunched over backs
And their children are all grown now
Mortor and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs for children to sing
- Album:
- Cold Moon
- About Farewell
- To Be Still
- Miscellaneous
- Alela Diane & Wild Divine
- Alela & Alina
- Les Inrockuptibles présentent : une rentrée 2007, Volume 2
- Rough Trade Shops: Counter Culture 07
- Folk & Proud
- Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
- Les Inrockuptibles : 2000-2010 : Les 100 titres...
- The Pirates Gospel
- White As Diamonds
- Take Us Back
- To Be Still ep
- Grass Roots Record Co. - Family Album
- Family Album
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 117: Summer Almost Gone
- Folk Tunes, Vol. 2
- Printemps-été 2013