Lady Divine - Alela Diane

When the day, when the day falls to the light

At the end, oh the end, of my time

I call to the dark

Take the bones off my back

And I chant to the black

You were my lady divine

Cause my children are in hiding

Mortar and pestle they grind

Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days

With songs for children to sing

Those songs whistled through white teeth, do scuff the days

With songs, for children, to sing

When the chairs are tucked into the fading song

And the silver of their pours has grown long

Oh they call to the dark

Take the bones off my back

And they chant to the black

You were my lady divine

And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies

Cause the bones have been removed

From their hunched over backs

And their children are all grown now

Mortar and pestle they grind

Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days

With songs for children to sing

Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days

Those songs for children to sing

Those songs for children to sing