A beautiful combination of clawhammer banjo, haunting harmonies, and fiddle lines, this song is in dedication to all genders of the world learning to heal our collective culture by keeping women safe. Featuring environmental activist, Buddhist scholar, and Rilke translator Joanna Macy.
Lyrics
Mama met me on the mountain, spoke to me through the trees
She said daughter dear, you come from a lineage of grief
These women who are bound to you, they’re gifted with the sight
They can see you now, as they saw you then, they come to you in the night and say
Keep her moving
Keep her shaping
Keep her safe, safe in this life
Keep her speaking
Keep her feeling
Keep her safe, safe in this life
You are still alive my dear, you have a chance to heal
And those crocodile men with wicked tongues may curse you through the veil
They say not enough, not pretty, and certainly not thin, they mock you as they shout
But these rippling melodies that are in your blood
Cast those demon’s out
Catching ill-matched threads we reconcile the weaver and the wolf
With barefoot love climbing up with vines, we heal the wicked throne
We are soft, we are supple and singing from seed to bloom
She is, she is, she is, she is, the result of the love of thousands so we
Keep her moving
Keep her shaping
Keep her safe, safe in this life
Keep her speaking
Keep her feeling
Keep her safe, safe in this life
Keep her moving
Keep her shaping
Keep her safe, safe in this life
Keep her speaking
Keep her feeling
Keep her safe, safe in this life
Keep her moving
Keep her dancing
Keep her safe, safe in this life
Keep her mending
Keep her tending
Keep her safe, safe in this life.