I am my mothers savage daughter - Wyndreth Berginsdottirs 2/3 Ukes and Strong Voices Helen 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. Altogether 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. Altogether 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. No Ukes just drum/tap Altogether 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. Sing in rounds Am C G Am We are our mother’s savage daughters, Am C G Am The ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones. Am C G Am We are our mother’s savage daughter, Am E G Am We will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.