Album: Laura Nyro Live at the Bottom Line
my innocence, my innocence
comes from my mother
my innocence, my innocence
comes from my warm earth mother
out along the gravestones
the sky is speechless
and my mind
it blows away
my innocence, my innocence
I gave to my lover
to his lips
my innocence, my innocence
I gave to my cold, cold lover
earth under my feet
splits in the sun
the nest blows away
the sweet summer days die young
I look for the man
with the Indian hair
I look for his land
but it isn't there
in our room tonight
sharing the moon
to fight the pain
my innocence, my innocence
is a wild thing
my innocence, my innocence
unknown future, it's me and you now
unknown moon floating past her
mother earth, are you hiding in the laughter
of my innocence?