These Old Bones - Sky Cries Mary

Old stories at the end of the road

New skin stretched across these old bones

Red earth it’s the color of heat stoned black

Black stoned feet

A mother sings without moving her lips

Stories told with her hands and her hips

Song of love, of wars lost and won

Of who built the fire in the heart of the sun

Who built the fire in the house of the sun

She saw the earth move to hold up the sky

She saw the sunshine to give the wind it’s eyes

Old stories at the end of the road

New skin stretched across these old bones