Crone Woman

 

I was born in a valley of blood
And it stained the skin of my soul
Her body was shamed and trained to believe
That she wasnÕt in control
And that very first thing that I witnessed
Was my motherÕs own lack of control
And I learned to push back pain, like she did
Right from birth

And throughout my growing up years,
I watched my mother live out her life
She weathered the storm called my father
Until one day, her shelter gave way
And she opened her eyes to the damage
And the ruins of her life at her feet
And I walked on knowing my motherÕs faults and fears
And my fatherÕs choices were imprinted on me

Chorus:
And sometimes when IÕm feeling disconnected
ThereÕs a rock in a place on a hill
And a womanÕs name has been engraved there
And her spirit floats on the wind all around
And I go and sit with her
And I feel her as she wraps her windy arms around me

The other day I dreamed I saw my mother standing on the beach
And she was bleeding in to the ground
And the tears rolled down her cheeks and back into the sea
And I wonder how many mothers have
Given up their daughters like seeds on the wind
And I wonder how long those mothers wonder
When those seeds will meet the soil

Chorus:
And sometimes when IÕm feeling disconnected
ThereÕs a rock in a place on a hill
And a womanÕs name has been engraved there
And her spirit floats on the wind all around
And I go and sit with her
And I feel her as she wraps her windy arms around me


And I know a silver woman in the mountains
And thereÕs a Raven perched on top her head
And she carves out her life all around her
With fingernails caked in black earth
And she tells me to hold fast to my truth
And to lay myself down in the grass
And she tells me to live in my body and
Worship it too

Bridge:
And I canÕt wait to be an old Crone Woman
ÔCuz then IÕll know who I really am
IÕll hoist my animals onto my shoulders
With hands that are calloused and worn
And IÕll carry crystals in my pockets
And the Moon will rise in my eyes
And IÕll walk barefoot on strong old muddy feet
Singing stories of a well-aged life

Chorus:
And I wonÕt feel disconnected anymore
And on a rock in a place on a hill
IÕll carve my own name into that stone there
And my spirit will float on the wind all around
And young women will sit with me there
And theyÕll feel me as I wrap my windy arms around them
IÕll wrap my windy arms around them

End bridge:
IÕll be a windy, old, Crone Woman