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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 wasnât in control
And that very first thing that I witnessed
Was my motherâs 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 motherâs faults and fears
And my fatherâs choices were imprinted on me
Chorus:
And sometimes when Iâm feeling disconnected
Thereâs a rock in a place on a hill
And a womanâs 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 Iâm feeling disconnected
Thereâs a rock in a place on a hill
And a womanâs 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
And I know a silver woman in the mountains
And thereâs 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 canât wait to be an old Crone Woman
âCuz then Iâll know who I really am
Iâll hoist my animals onto my shoulders
With hands that are calloused and worn
And Iâll carry crystals in my pockets
And the Moon will rise in my eyes
And Iâll walk barefoot on strong old muddy feet
Singing stories of a well-aged life
Chorus:
And I wonât feel disconnected anymore
And on a rock in a place on a hill
Iâll 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 theyâll feel me as I wrap my windy arms around them
Iâll wrap my windy arms around them
End bridge:
Iâll be a windy, old, Crone Woman
- Album:
- Tribute to Pink
- Sentimental Mood