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
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
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
my mother’s child curses too loud and too often.
Am C G Am
My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long,
Am C G Am
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches,
Am E G Am
And clumsily raises her voice in this song.
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.
