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.