

Ba ba, black sheep
what did the hillside keep
Under a bruised blue dusk on the edge of the lane you
carried the weather inside your coat like rain Wool full of winter,
wool full of names soft as a secret and heavy as blame
One for the hunger that lived by the mill
one for the mother who bent to the chill
one for the child with her hands to the glass counting the
clouds and letting them pass So give me the thread from the
dark of your side
give me the warmth that you learned how to hide
I see a whole kingdom spun into white I see lost hearts
learning the weight of the light
Ba ba, black sheep,
open the sky shake out the silver you've carried inside Three full
bags for the broken and brave one for the fire,
one for the wave Ba
ba, black sheep, sing through the cold spin little miracles out of
the old If sorrow is wool then love is the loom we
weave our way home through the hush and the bloom There was
a girl in the doorway,
dust on her shoes learning how silence can color the truth She
wore the night like a ribbon undone still she kept faith with
the shape of the sun You were the mirror with charcoal and
cream showing her mountains asleep in a dream Teaching her every small
fracture can keep a field full of mercy beneath what looks bleak
Not every dark thing is empty
not every silence is stone
Some carry shelter in secret some grow a garden alone Ba ba,
black sheep, open the sky shake out the silver you've carried inside
Three full bags for the broken and brave one for the future
we ache to save Ba ba,
black sheep, sing through the cold spin little miracles out of the
old If sorrow is wool then love is the loom we weave
our way home, we make enough room
Ba ba, black sheep
weave us home
Ba ba, black sheep we are not alone