I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place
to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out
I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place
to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out