Tom: Am
Am C G Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am C G Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am C G Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am E G Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
Am C G Am
My mother’s child is a savage
Am C G Am
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
Am C G Am
In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers
Am E G Am
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones
Am C G Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am C G Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am C G Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am E G Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
Am C G Am
My mother’s child dances in darkness
Am C G Am
She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon
Am C G Am
And watches the stars, and renames the planets
Am E G Am
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom
Am C G Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am C G Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am C G Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am E G Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
Am C G Am
We are all brought forth out of darkness
Am C G Am
Into this world, through blood and through pain
Am C G Am
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking
Am E G Am
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain
Am C G Am
We are our mother's savage daughters
Am C G Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am C G Am
We are our mother's savage daughters
Am E G Am
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice
Am C G Am
We are our mother's savage daughters
Am C G Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am C G Am
We are our mother's savage daughters
Am E G Am
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice
Am C G Am
We are our mother's savage daughters
Am C G Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am C G Am
We are our mother's savage daughters
Am E G Am
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice
