i heard she set your heart a breakin'
but where on earth do you think you could go
if you hear singin, there's a girl her hips a swingin
don't you know, don't you know know know

her daughters stalk the soil with cheeks a-painted
quiet and wild with eyes wide oh wide
they'll cut you if they want to but they just as soon might love you, so
roll roll roll those dusty dice

bethlehem will only give you bruises
bluer than the eyes that left you long ago
where there are women, there's a reason for livin'
so don't you go, don't you go go go

she's the tear in the world between the mountains
giving birth to serpents and to saints and crows
the murmurs of her nurses are as soft as muttered curses so
sing low! sing low! sing low!

overhead the moon has been a whisperin'
into the indifference of the ears below
to the comers and the goers and the reapers and the sowers
sing low! sing low! sing low!

in her arms is the moving
so sleep let her do the doing
madness is the warm and quiet breathing of the
universal mother of the being