The Earth Is My Witness
Gathering, The
Nighttime Birds (1997)

Mother earth look at her closely
she looks at her baby and she sighs
the slight breathing pause that she takes it builds her and
makes her strong

She refuses to give her up
and we close our eyes

Her hands touch the round stomach
and feel the kick
The eyes that have seen so much cry
with the water she starts to rinse her face

And refuses to give her up
And we close our eyes
And you close your eyes