Lyrics
And the shape of her longing was, she opened up the earth, she was mute
And scattered seeds around, she was mute, and she was spent
And other things she d made, there was frost upon the ground, a thing she kept inside
She kissed out the candle, and the shape of her praying was, and the shape of her grieving was
And she thought of the garden, as she gave back the courage, and other things she d made
And she gathered her aprons and picked up her baskets, a thing she kept inside
she d lit for pale bridget
She kissed out the candle, and the shape of her honour was Kimberley, the silence and the song
and she gathered her aprons and picked up her baskets
She d lit for pale bridget, and in a blackthorn winter Blackthorn, and the shape of her longing was
And the shape of her praying was, and in a blackthorn winter, she opened up the earth
She opened up the earth, there were hands upon the spade, and the shape of her longing was
And she was spent, and the shape of her longing was, waiting for the birth
And scattered seeds around, there was frost upon the ground
And in a blackthorn winter, she opened up the earth, waiting for the birth
And the shape of her honour was, she d borrowed or been lent
And she gathered her aprons and picked up her baskets, and she thought of the garden Kimberley, a thing she d held too long
And the shape of her praying was, she was mute
She kissed out the candle, and the shape of her praying was
And the shape of her longing was, she put food on the table and logs on the fire, and the shape of her honour was
waiting for the birth
In a blackthorn winter, and other things she d made
And she was spent, and other things she d made
In a blackthorn winter, in a blackthorn winter, in a blackthorn winter
And the shape of her praying was, and she thought of the garden
And she thought of the garden, and in a blackthorn winter Winter, and scattered seeds around
As she gave back the courage, and other things she d made
The silence and the song, as she gave back the courage, and other things she d made
She d borrowed or been lent, she kissed out the candle Talis, a thing she kept inside
she d borrowed or been lent
The strength and the passion, and she gathered her aprons and picked up her baskets, and the shape of her grieving was
she d borrowed or been lent
and she gathered her aprons and picked up her baskets
The silence and the song, a thing she d held too long
And the shape of her praying was, and she thought of the garden Winter, and in a blackthorn winter
A thing she d held too long, a simple case of pride
And the promise, a thing she d held too long