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Mother Iron

Mother Iron

Laser Tusk

Lyrics

O Mother Iron,

Can’t you see the blackbirds steal

All the seeds the winter garden

Has managed yet to yield

In the distance church bells tolling

Candles burning low

We share the words so soft, consoling,

Freeing you to go

I hold your ancient hand

I smell the dying rose

O Mother Iron,

I can taste the bluebird’s tears

As he sits and weeps with me

For the ending of your years

Standing by the gravesite, crying

I can’t read her name

December’s frozen light is dying

It’s all a losing game

I held your ancient hand

I burned the dying rose

O Mother Iron,

I can hear the redbirds sing

As they alight with hopeful thoughts

Of an early Spring

Standing by the roadside, waiting

I’ll still make it home

Vernal yearnings, slow returning

As sunlight glints off passing chrome

I held your ancient hand

I burned the dying rose

I sense you are at last at peace

I know that you are home

For every mood