Oh, where is the daughter that I carried? Gone to where the desert meets the sea Far from where our family's bones are buried Where mother moon walks arm in arm with me
A lady's maid for ladies who are waiting She paints the toes, prepares a stranger's tea What came before she must forget or bury Or carry deep inside her silently
The red lipstick faces in the alleys Their echoes and their shadows wind and wind My daughter lives in still a deeper valley And I fear I am running out of time
Oh, where is the daughter that I carried? Gone to where the fears of men obey While mother moon hangs silently but is waiting Two hundred fifty thousand miles away Two hundred fifty thousand miles awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
