Lyrics
That old dragon is not draggin' me down no more
That old dragon left me on the floor
Now I knit for my girl while he burns down the world
Putting mama's love in every purl
Chorus:
The Lord makes the best of the devil's work
In the hollows of peace may you lurk
I ain't answering to no one, no how, no sir,
No more, no matter how I be stirred
Stitches steady as my heart, slowly taking form
Praying she is understood and warm
And her brightness that plays with her darkness will see
That her disposition lifts our feet
I wanted to be not of this world
But I am an earth mama moving forward
The monogrammed linens hint at my first name
It's taken a minute, but there's time left to claim
The squirrels spin through the trees like machine gears
I have ceased practicing my fears
I don't count on anything, impermanence is sound
But I count the ways you light me up and down
And now, my darling, when you go to school
You'll be snug in your sweater, like a jewel