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 skies
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

Condemning my true nature
I stood outside of myself
outside of myself
I stood outside
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…