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 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 dances in darkness Am C G Am She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon Am C G Am And watches the stars, and renames the planets Am E G Am 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 We are all brought forth out of darkness Am C G Am Into this world, through blood and through pain Am C G Am And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking Am E G Am So sing them with voices of thunder and rain Am C G Am We are our mother's savage daughters Am C G Am The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones Am C G Am We are our mother's savage daughters Am E G Am We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice Am C G Am We are our mother's savage daughters Am C G Am The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones Am C G Am We are our mother's savage daughters Am E G Am We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice Am C G Am We are our mother's savage daughters Am C G Am The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones Am C G Am We are our mother's savage daughters Am E G Am We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice