Текст песни
My mother is not the white dove
Oh, hey, my mother
My mother, she is the flight of the white dove
And when I do not feel her feeling me
When I do not feel her feeling me
That is when I am lost
Oh, my mother, ah
She is the blackness against which the stars
Against which the stars are placed
Ah, and when I do not feel her feeling me
When I do not feel her feeling me
I, uh, that's when I am, uh
Trailing lost (ah, oh)
My mother, she
She is the long cry that is pulled from our hearts
As we lift our faces from the lap of loneliness
Uh, the lap of loneliness
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh, oh
Oh, oh
My mother, she is not the white dove
She is the flight of the
She is the flight of the
She is the flight