Sinéad O'Connor

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C         F
Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three

And of course
I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be
Water and feed
Are not tools that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be

       F
In my soul
     C           F
My blood and my bones
         C                              F
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me

C    F
The face on you
C     F
The smell of you
C       F            C
Will always be with me

Each of these
My three babies
I was not willing to leave
Though I tried
I blasphemed and denied
I know they will be returned to me

Each of these
My babies
Have brought you closer to me
No longer mad like a horse
I'm still wild, but not lost
From the thing that I've chosen to be
And it's 'cause you've thrilled me
Silenced me, stilled me
Proved things I never believed

The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me

Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three