BLOOD MOTHER Tim Hall I wanna crumble into your dust Drown in your seas Burn up with your desire Blow away in your breeze. The chattering stones and gurgling streams The warmth of the sun and the caressing breeze You are my Blood, Blood Mother. Red is the colour of the river of life Black is your body there are stars in your eyes Deep in your womb my spirit is sleeping Deep in my heart your spirit is stirring Put it in the pot fill the thing up You know there's enough to fill everyone's cup (up) Blood Mother.