Uploaded May 2018 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago

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Picture

Burçin Esin | flickr.com/photos/burcinesin

Lyrics
When the day, when the day falls to the light, at the end of 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 day
With songs, for children, to sing
Those songs whistled through white teeth, do scuff the day
With songs, for children, to sing

When the chairs are tucked into the fading song, and the silver of their pours has grown long, 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 day
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

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