I Am My Mothers Savage Daughter

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.