Over land and over sea
   She reaches out to me
   Weaving and threading the loom
   From womb to womb
  
   Slaves and merchants
   Pilgrims and thieves
   Felt her hand and charted skys
   By following her moon
  
   Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...
  
   Some came and built with stone and bone
   Some planted fields on promised land
   And harvested their dreams,
   Then disappeared
   As generations lose their memory
   I'll try and remind my heart ...
   And hope that it will set me free
  
   Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...
  
   Condeming my true nature
   I stood outside of myself ... outside of myself
   Conditioning is what made me
   Lose sight of myself ... lose sight of myself ...
   Lose sight
  
   Ravens cry out,
   Tides pull in,
   Somehow she replenishes ...
   Giving birth again
  
   Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...