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 ...