Three Babies Lyrics

Sinead O'Connor Three Babies

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 + feed
 are not tools that I need
 for the thing that I've chosen to be

 in my soul
 my blood + my bones
 I have wrapped your cold bodies around me
 the face on you
 the smell of you
 will always be with me

 each of these
 my three babies
 I was not willing to leave
 though I tried
 I blasphemed + 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 'cos you've thrilled me
 silenced me
 stilled me
 proved things I
the face on you
 the smell of you
 will always be with me.