Mothering Sunday from Secret Kids by Virgin of the Birds

We are widows to the world we knew
We brace ourselves, we carry ourselves through
Past the pale thrones and the reckoning
And the shade of the ever-mounting evening

We saw you slip away
The flower burning in the day

Your sketches and the books you read
Your beauty and the hospital beds
Just carry yourself back to me
From across that lonesome ocean

"Rejoice, O Jerusalem
And come together all of you that love her"
"Rejoice, O Jerusalem
And come together all of you that love her"

I thought you might want something small
A reminder of what I saw

Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona

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