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She comes in with a gypsy midwife, rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Singing her way through the sorrows of this life, she shall have music
Music wherever she goes
Dancing along in the madness, she's got her feet on the ground Give her your pain and your sadness, she'll eat you and turn you around She'll turn your whole world upside down
She is the heart of the darkness, she is the port in the storm Hers is the fierce love that holds us together, the fire that keeps us warm The fire that keeps us warm
She is the wind in the canyon, she is the rain on the land She knows the stars and the seasons by heart, you live in the palm of her hand You live in the palm of her hand
Solftly and tenderly calling, blessing the living, and holding the dead When everything else has fallen away, she is the voice in your head She is the voice in your head. HOME aa BIOGRAPHY aa MUSICAL HISTORY aa aRECORDINGS a aRAVE REVIEWS aa |