Roma di Luna: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Husband, husband I can’t have a child of my own
I’ve already grown two little girls
that were taken from their home
I gave them all my love and it stripped away my heart
The valley between us is as wide as it is dark
Doctor, Doctor I can’t bear a child of my own
I’ve already loved two little girls like they were my own
The good book had no answers and troubled their little minds
Why I was not their mother and their own mother died
Write his words on your tongue and walk firm in his love
Forgive what’s been done
I’ll hold you in the setting sun
Mother, Oh Mother
I can’t bear a child of my own
My womb is weeping, my seed has turned to stone
I lived my life a stranger and a thief
Now I’ll blow away the sharpness of my childless grief