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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 ...

Some came and built with 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 ... Mother ...

Condeming my true nature
I stood 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

Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...
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 ...      Some came and built with 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 ... Mother ...      Condeming my true nature   I stood 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      Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...