क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lisa O'Neill
Vocals
Colm Mac Con Iomaire
Violin
Colm O'Hara
Trombone
David Coulter
Musician
Joseph Doyle
Double Bass
Kate Ellis
Cello
Lorcan Byrne
Drums
Ruth O'Mahony Brady
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lisa O'Neill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lisa O'Neill
Producer
David Odlum
Producer
Nick Watson
Engineer
गाने
Mama, you called me petal
You called me dandelion
But me, like every daughter
I'm less of a girl with time
Grant me dreams accordingly
Wish me so refined
But me, like every woman, I
Suffer the wild workings of my mind
Think to depths of wonder
Wind pulls seeds asunder
Wild workings of my mind
Sell me down to hell, Mama
Petal, bones and all
Love is the most beautiful reason to fall
I remember him and me
Clutching to a boat
Onward to the island
Seek fifty thousand birds
The puffins and the gannets
They danced around our knees
In heavenly fog be the breath of God
That teased the dandelion seeds
There's mountains on the moon, love
Taller than what we see
He held my heart against his heart
Peace came over me
Before he passed me on the stairs
And fell into his sleep
His long sleep for all time
Wild workings of my mind
They hunted me like buzzards would
And me, the mad March hare
Holding onto my true love
And beating down the nightmare
How wrong it was they found me
On the wrong side of the water
Drifting from your harness
Full spirit falling, Mama
Fast now into darkness
Dark the depths of wonder
Wild workings of my mind
Sell me down to hell, Mama
Petal, bones and all
Love is the most cruel loss
Mama, you befall
And so on Sundays, Mama
When you make your way to Mass
Let me be the chapel bell
Ringing in your heart
Love is at its most still now
As I fall back to the earth
Let me be the chapel bell
Ringing at my birth
Written by: Lisa O'Neill