Chords for Ekaterina Shelehova - Savage Daughter - Lyrics
Tempo:
51.85 bpm
Chords used:
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I [Am] am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage [A] daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My mother's child is a savage.
She looks for her romance in the [Am] colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers,
in the dancing [A] of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My [Am] mother's child dances in the darkness.
She [A] sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars, and renames the planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a [Am] broom.
[A]
[Am] We are all brought forth out of darkness,
into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones, field songs are waking.
She sings them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
We are all daughters.
We will not cut our hair.
We will not lower [A] our voice.
I am my mother's savage [A] daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My mother's child is a savage.
She looks for her romance in the [Am] colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers,
in the dancing [A] of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My [Am] mother's child dances in the darkness.
She [A] sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars, and renames the planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a [Am] broom.
[A]
[Am] We are all brought forth out of darkness,
into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones, field songs are waking.
She sings them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
We are all daughters.
We will not cut our hair.
We will not lower [A] our voice.
Key:
Am
A
Am
A
Am
A
Am
A
_ _ I [Am] am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage [A] daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My mother's child is a savage.
She looks for her romance in the [Am] colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers,
in the dancing [A] of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My [Am] mother's child dances in the darkness.
She [A] sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars, and renames the planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a [Am] broom. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ We are all brought forth out of darkness,
into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones, field songs are waking.
She sings them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
We are all _ daughters.
We will not cut our hair.
We will not lower [A] our voice. _ _
I am my mother's savage [A] daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My mother's child is a savage.
She looks for her romance in the [Am] colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers,
in the dancing [A] of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter.
I will not cut my hair.
I will not lower my voice.
My [Am] mother's child dances in the darkness.
She [A] sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars, and renames the planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a [Am] broom. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ We are all brought forth out of darkness,
into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones, field songs are waking.
She sings them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
We are all _ daughters.
We will not cut our hair.
We will not lower [A] our voice. _ _