The Secret Sisters - Silver lyrics
[The Secret Sisters - Silver lyrics]
Look upon your mother and the
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
It ain't easy raisin' babies when
They grow like ragged weeds
It's a miracle she carried
Any shred of sanity
But she read her stories and forgot the
Glory of a multitude of saints
With her mother with, and her medicine
And her absent vanity
Look upon your mother and the
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
Behold the mark of her wisdom
Make it your daily prayer
To look upon your mother and
The silver in her hair
On the western side of the highway
Near the feet of Tennessee
A woman like a pistol and half my family tree
When the circle grew by more than two
The sawmill could not buy
Everything you need with four
Mouths to feed, why
You're barely gettin' by
Look upon your mother and the
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
Behold the mark of her wisdom
The sign of trouble fair
To look upon your mother and
The silver in her hair
Last night in my slumber came
The matriarchs I miss they said
"Do you wanna be anointed
With age's lasting kiss?"
They're pulling out a token of
The life you've fully lived
This core we share, unbroken
To you we freely give
Awoken in the morning, arisen from my bed
I found upon my pillow
A single shining thread (Two, three, four)
Look upon your mother and the
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
Behold the mark of her wisdom
Make it your daily prayer
To look upon your mother and
The silver in her hair
Her hair, in her hair
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
It ain't easy raisin' babies when
They grow like ragged weeds
It's a miracle she carried
Any shred of sanity
But she read her stories and forgot the
Glory of a multitude of saints
With her mother with, and her medicine
And her absent vanity
Look upon your mother and the
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
Behold the mark of her wisdom
Make it your daily prayer
To look upon your mother and
The silver in her hair
On the western side of the highway
Near the feet of Tennessee
A woman like a pistol and half my family tree
When the circle grew by more than two
The sawmill could not buy
Everything you need with four
Mouths to feed, why
You're barely gettin' by
Look upon your mother and the
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
Behold the mark of her wisdom
The sign of trouble fair
To look upon your mother and
The silver in her hair
Last night in my slumber came
The matriarchs I miss they said
"Do you wanna be anointed
With age's lasting kiss?"
They're pulling out a token of
The life you've fully lived
This core we share, unbroken
To you we freely give
Awoken in the morning, arisen from my bed
I found upon my pillow
A single shining thread (Two, three, four)
Look upon your mother and the
Silver in her hair
Consider it a crown the holiest may wear
Behold the mark of her wisdom
Make it your daily prayer
To look upon your mother and
The silver in her hair
Her hair, in her hair