1. Tin Woodswoman

From the recording Tin Woodswoman


There are things I hear [in this kingdom of pine]
Just as the night sky melts
Ringing the woods awake
Metal to bone. [I look around for my oil can.]
Clusters of birds I see [Smell of salt in the air]
High up beyond my reach
Rushing in waves of wing
Chorusing home. [Somewhere a door is opening.]
Let go the sails
Pull up the anchor line
I’m not made of tin
Feel the sun on my skin
I’m not in Oz anymore. 
See how the day glides free [reds and yellows roll wide]
Courage inside of me
Carries the grace to pull   
Water from stone. [  I tip my heart to you.]