Upward over the mountain
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Mother don´t worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don´t worry, I´ve got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten,
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain.
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten,
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain.
Mother don´t worry, I´ve got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don´t worry, she´s got a garden we´re planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried ´til the morning.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain.
Mother don´t worry, I´ve got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten,
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain.
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten,
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain.
Mother don´t worry, I´ve got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don´t worry, she´s got a garden we´re planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried ´til the morning.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain.