I Am My Mothers Savage Daughter chords by Wyndreth Berginsdottir

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Am       C         G      Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
Am                   C         G            Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
Am         C         G      Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
Am                   E            G          Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

Am           C        G       Am
My mother’s child is a savage.
Am            C               G            Am
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
Am               C            G         Am
In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers,
Am                  E            G          Am
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.

Am            C      G         Am
My mother’s child dances in darkness,
Am                  C            G           Am
she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
Am                  C         G            Am
And watches the stars, and renames the planets,
Am                   E               G            Am
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.

Am       C         G      Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
Am                   C         G            Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
Am         C         G      Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
Am                   E            G          Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

Am           C        G       Am
My mother’s child is a savage.
Am            C               G            Am
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
Am               C            G         Am
In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers,
Am                  E            G          Am
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.

Am                  C         G             Am
my mother’s child curses too loud and too often.
Am                  C         G             Am
My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long,
Am               C           G            Am
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches,
Am               E          G            Am
And clumsily raises her voice in this song.


Am       C         G      Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
Am                   C         G            Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
Am         C         G      Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
Am                   E            G          Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

Am           C        G       Am
My mother’s child is a savage.
Am            C               G            Am
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
Am               C            G         Am
In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers,
Am                  E            G          Am
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.