seven sorrows does she bear
as she wanders in this desert
the corona of her hair is made of stars
darkness gathers into dread
in the sky above her head
and she sings a cradle song upon the wind

seven sorrows edged in gold
she embroiders on her pillow
and her nest is like a fist made out of thorns
as a tree bent by the snow
learns to grow another way
so she sings a cradle song upon the wind

and she worries like a treefull of birds
and she says the litany she can't unlearn
and she prays to Dolores Our Lady of Sorrows
and she sings a cradle song

seven sorrows does she bear
as she wanders in this desert
the corona of her hair is made of stars
darkness gathers into dread
in the sky above her head
and she sings a cradle song upon the wind