[Chorus]
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

[Verse 1]
My mother's child is a savage
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones

[Chorus]
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

[Verse 2]
My mother's child dancеs in darkness
And sings heathen songs by thе light of the moon
And watches the stars and renames the planets
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom

[Chorus]
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
[Verse 3]
My mother's child curses too loud and too often
My mother's child laughs too hard and too long
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches
And clumsily raises her voice in this song

[Chorus]
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

[Bridge]
Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water
Brought into this world through blood and through pain
And deep in our bones, the old songs are wakening
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain

[Chorus x3]
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

[Outro]
We are our mother's savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones
We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice