A hundred years ago, so the old folk say
The body of a babe was found where it lay
Wrapped in shawl of seaweed, washed up on the shore
Robbed of mother's love..... for evermore
A meeting it was held, and the minister declared
We must find the mother, no effort shall be spared
The unmarried women, from the land and from the town
Must be brought unto the kirk, where the truth will be found
CHORUS
O mother mine, I am all forlorn
Cast into the sea when I was born
Forever winter, under the icy waves
till I will snuggle warm to your breast again
The women were lined up & the midwife watched them well
From their face & their demeanor she was sure she could tell
But no-one shed a tear, nor shame was there betrayed
So the minister he ordered that the body be displayed
CHORUS
The babe was passed along...now the tears did flow!
As the tiny fragile body reached the hindmost of the row
And this was Mary Taylor, where the wee thing came to rest
Then the ghost of it broke free and it suckled at her breast
O mother mine, I’m so warm
Held fast to your breast where I belong
Winter is over now that we are one
As I snuggle warm to your breast again
credits
from Ghost Songs,
released October 29, 2020
Main vocals: Jesse Poe
Backing maile vocals: Jesse Poe
Backing female vocals: Rachel Kennedy
Guitar: Jesse Poe
Lyrics: Alan Davidson and Jesse Poe
Music: Jesse Poe
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