Over land and over sea
She reaches out to me
Weaving and threading the loom
From womb to womb Slaves and merchants
Pilgrims and thieves
Felt her hand and charted skys
By following her moon Mother
Mother
Mother
My mother Some came and built in stone and bone
Some planted fields on promised land
And harvested their dreams
Then disappeared As generations lose their memory
I'll try and remind my heart
And hope that it will set me free Mother
Mother
My mother
Mother Condemning my true nature
I stood outside of myself, outside of myself
Outside of myself Conditioning is what made me
Lose sight of myself, lose sight of myself
Lose sight Ravens cry out
Tides pull in
Somehow she replenishes
Giving birth again My mother
Mother
Mother
My, my mother Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother
My, my, my mother Mother
Mother
Mother