Savage Daughter

I am my mother's savage daughter

The one who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

My mother's child is a savage

She looks for her omens in the colors of stones

In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers

In the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones

I am my mother's savage daughter

The one who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

My mother's child dances in darkness

She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon

And watches the stars, and renames the planets

And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom

I am my mother's savage daughter

The one who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

We are all brought forth out of darkness

Into this world, through blood, and through pain

And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking

So, sing them with voices of thunder and rain

We are our mother's savage daughters

The ones who run barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughters

We will not cut our hair

We will not lower our voice

We are our mother's savage daughters

The ones who run barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughters

We will not cut our hair

We will not lower our voice

We are our mother's savage daughters

The ones who run barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughters

We will not cut our hair

We will not lower our voice