Lucy Wainwright Roche - Take What You're Given lyrics

Seven Sundays late for front steps Sitting warm in the midday block Little bare feet, dirty forehead I can see where your train will stop At the point of several mountains Sold from one to another tribe Just a basket baby waiting Towering at only three feet high I know "take what you're given" I know "seen and not heard" You left me buckets of ribbons Woven together by flying birds Me and you crept on for hours Right behind the big blue house All the roots of all her flowers So to feed all our creatures' mouths She cried, "What have you done here? You girls are the devil's kind!" I can't run any faster Leaving all the battles behind After dinner, kitchen quiet Hot air from the dishes washed Just a sink light buzzing brightly In the front room, TV on I know "take what you're given" I know "seen and not heard" You left me buckets of ribbons Woven together by flying birds And the church sings hallelujah When you're sitting still and right Peering just between two shoulders Trying to see what the priest looks like I know and also have you I know all things were made Lift me to heavier water Just in case I can be saved I will wait here one last morning Shield my eyes to the blazing sun If I scan the streets for warning I can see when your train will come