From the album Butterfly
Oh, little bird, tiny wing, small, quivering thing cupped in my hands to keep you warm, safe from the banging thunderstorm. Baby pay no mind, sleep now baby mine. Don’t be afraid of the wind; don’t start when it blows. It’s only a broken willow branch scratching against the window sash. Baby pay no mind, sleep now baby mine. There’re so many things you’ve got to fear. It’s making me ache to see so clear. So many things you’ve got to know. It’s making me ache. You’ve got to grow.
Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©2017