Mother This is the coldest ground I've ever slept on It is the wind that tells me to keep My hands grabbing at the rock It is the wind that whispers the last lie But all that I felt was love and grace All that I see here is just haze Is it you that I'm talking to? Or your ashes? But then again a trial for my being pure The beauty that I sang was never mine Yet I sang for him and for her And my lashes Mother That was the hardest cloth I've ever woven You should've told me what would come out Of the love I've learned to fear This is the shortest night I'll ever live