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Rootworkers Daughter
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Folk
Rootworkers Daughter è stato pubblicato il 14 novembre 2025 da Polk County Pagan Market come parte dell'album Rootworkers Daughter - Single
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Data di uscita14 novembre 2025
EtichettaPolk County Pagan Market
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM81

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Salt in the doorway, moon on the tide
Swamp witch walking with the spirits by my side
Moss on my crown, blood in the water
Don't cross me, baby, I'm the rootworker's daughter
Salt in the doorway, moon on the tide
Old rides home where the shadows abide
Moss on my crown, blood in the water
Born of hoodoo hands, a rootworker's daughter
Mama kept charms in a red flannel fold
Buried them deep where the river ran cold
Spanish moss curtains, secrets in jars
Hoodoo prayers whispered under swamp-born stars
Cypress roots twist where the lost souls pray
Storm rolls in, someone's dues to pay
You hear that hum when the bark turns black
Witchy winds whisper, they call you back
Ancestral old, what was buried ain't gone
Blood remembers, blood is strong
We all kneel to the church bells chime
We speak to bone and the river keeps time
Candles in the window, whisper in the pines
Swamp knows truth, and she don't forget lies
Oh, she don't forget lies
Salt by the doorway, moon is my guide
Hoodoo bloodline, witch by right
Grandma used iron nails over the door
Said hoodoo hearts hold power, saints ignore
Gator teeth, rosemary braided in my hair
Witchy folk blood, it's always been there
Crossroad dirt, jar filled with pins
Bible on the table, but she never read hymns
We didn't bow, we blessed our own
Hoodoo roots deep, spell, earth and bone
And we don't bend for the preacher's words
We learned from wind and coyote and bird
Moon tastes blood, river keeps names
You don't fear God once you claim your flame
Oh, you don't fear God once you claim your flame
Night water shimmer, hush now, listen
Eyes in the dark where the spirits glisten
If the swamp calls you, don't ever falter
Witchy souls wake in a rootworker's daughter
We carry dirt from the ones before
Their breath, their blood, forevermore
Salt in the doorway, moon on the tide
Ancestor shadows stand at my side
Crown made of moss, heart made of mortar
Hoodoo blood singing, rootworker's daughter
Written by: Jason Mclelland
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