Chords for Sarah Hester Ross - Savage Daughter (Lyrics)
Tempo:
93.25 bpm
Chords used:
Am
F
G
Dm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] I am my mother's savage [E] daughter, the one who runs by cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [Am] lower my bow.
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her own nerves of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs [G] by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I [Am] will not lower my bow.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut my [Dm] hair, [Am] I will not lower my bow.
[F] [G]
[Em] We [Am]
[F] [Dm]
[Am] [E] [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our [Dm] mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our [Am] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who [G] run by cursing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not [Dm] cut our hair, we will [Am] not [E] lower [Am] our bow.
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [Am] lower my bow.
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her own nerves of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs [G] by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I [Am] will not lower my bow.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut my [Dm] hair, [Am] I will not lower my bow.
[F] [G]
[Em] We [Am]
[F] [Dm]
[Am] [E] [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our [Dm] mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our [Am] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who [G] run by cursing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not [Dm] cut our hair, we will [Am] not [E] lower [Am] our bow.
Key:
Am
F
G
Dm
Em
Am
F
G
_ [G] _ I am my mother's savage [E] daughter, the one who runs by cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [Am] lower my bow. _
_ My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her own nerves of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs [G] by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I [Am] will not lower my bow. _
_ _ My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the _ _ _ _ _ _ planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut my [Dm] hair, [Am] I will not lower my bow.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] We _ [Am] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [Am] _ [E] _ [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
_ We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our _ [Dm] mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our [Am] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who [G] run by cursing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not [Dm] cut our hair, we will [Am] not [E] lower [Am] our bow.
_ _ _ _ _ _
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [Am] lower my bow. _
_ My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her own nerves of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs [G] by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I [Am] will not lower my bow. _
_ _ My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the _ _ _ _ _ _ planets,
and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs by cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut my [Dm] hair, [Am] I will not lower my bow.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] We _ [Am] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [Am] _ [E] _ [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
_ We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our _ [Dm] mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our [Am] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run by cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our bow.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who [G] run by cursing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not [Dm] cut our hair, we will [Am] not [E] lower [Am] our bow.
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