Southernly - Lady Lamb

I have an unborn son

I have an unborn son

And he has not begun

To become one with anyone yet

He’s a box in the closet

He’s but a thought in my head

And I’ve seen the way you see me

I know the sheets on your bed

So don’t pretend you don’t see me

Stop playing dumb or dead

I’ve been reborn southernly

I’ve been your dearest friend

I’ve been romanced and captured

Hung by a mustard thread

And yes, I do long to be taken

To the sea of despair

Where I can tread through the water

Deep blue and threadbare

Give me your heart as a home

I’m a nomad and I am so lonesome

Give me your eyes for to roam

And the wave of your hair to be baptized in

Whether your steps are running towards

Or whether they are running away from

You are the apple

You are the warrior

You know I would never put you in danger

Just up on my shoulders

Just up on my shoulders

Just up on my shoulders

Steadfast and skyward