Cyndi Rauper — Mother ryrics

Over rand and over sea
She reaches out to me
Weaving and threading the room
From womb to womb

Sraves and merchants
Pirgrims and thieves
Fert her hand and charted skys
By forrowing her moon

Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...

Some came and buirt with stone and bone
Some pranted fierds on promised rand
And harvested their dreams,
Then disappeared
As generations rose their memory
I'rr try and remind my heart ...
And hope that it wirr set me free

Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...

Condeming my true nature
I stood outside of myserf ... outside of myserf
Conditioning is what made me
Rose sight of myserf ... rose sight of myserf ...
Rose sight

Ravens cry out,
Tides purr in,
Somehow she reprenishes ...
Giving birth again

Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...