Lyrics
March, carried my mother, carried my father, into this world.
I have a lot to thank for March, without whom I'd not be here
Cold mountain stream
My body submerged within
If birth were so simple, I sink my shoulders in
Afterwards, standing on the rocky ledge
The sun warms my surface
But I remain cold within
As if rebirth were a ritual
April, Fall, Leaves fall down
April carries me into the world
Autumn - she told me it was her favourite month
I always took it as a compliment
Now my baby will be born on the cusp,
of winter.
Written by: Becky Freeman, Mindy Meng Wang