I Am My Mothers Savage Daughter

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I am my mother’s savage daughter,
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The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
Am         C         G      Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
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I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

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My mother’s child is a savage.
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She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
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In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers,
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In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.

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My mother’s child dances in darkness,
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she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
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And watches the stars, and renames the planets,
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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.

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my mother’s child curses too loud and too often.
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My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long,
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And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches,
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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.