Lady Divine

Lyrics

When the day, when the day falls to the light At the end, oh the end, of my time I call to the dark Take the bones off my back And I chant to the black You were my lady divine Cause my children are in hiding Mortar and pestle they grind Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days With songs for children to sing Those songs whistled through white teeth, do scuff the days With songs, for children, to sing When the chairs are tucked into the fading song And the silver of their pours has grown long Oh they call to the dark Take the bones off my back And they chant to the black You were my lady divine And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies Cause the bones have been removed From their hunched over backs And their children are all grown now Mortar and pestle they grind Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days With songs for children to sing Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days Those songs for children to sing Those songs for children to sing