Sleeping Years (The)
Dressed for Rain
Little girl, it's time to go,they're waiting for you now,down by the boat to take you to the north,tie up your hair, colour your nails,And take his name,you light a fire to warm the house again,draw village wives and churchmen to your gate,your accent standing you apart.On the hour,dressed for rain,she comes down from the houseto feathers and broken bladesand on, to the centre of her worldwhere all the birds wheel around herfor all time.The years pass,your children have gone, you're rooted to the land,you tie up your hair, got winter in your hands,you're breaking bread to call them out.And on the hour,dressed for rain,the light retreating to the house,the figures that wander there are waitingto open up their arms,all her family around herfor all time.
From Letras Mania