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Oh mother I'm scared.
I'm not prepared for the life you led
And that your mother led
And back for generations.
Oh mother I'm scared.

All the wisdom of my ancestors
Is lost to me,
Though I carry the weight of all our kind.
Last of the line
And flying blind.

Oh mother tell me how
Can a young bird hatched in captivity
Learn to be free?
It's a long way away from here
In years and in miles and learning again.
It's a long way away from here and I can't remember the way to the wintering ground.
Oh mother I'm scared.

Who are these people that are leading me now?
And should I follow
Cold metal that beckons so warmly?
Oh are they really helping me,
Whose fathers killed the land
And our kind for generations?
Oh mother prepare me
For this leap of faith.
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words and music by James Stacey Lee