Из альбома: 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?

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