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I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and lowThe alder trees were listening to songs been sung beforeMy friend and I collecting skeletons of leavesMaking tiny piles oh, and sifting through the weedsWind blows the tiny green, tiny greenWind blows the tiny green helicopter seedsWind blows the tiny green, tiny greenWind blows the tiny green helicopter seedsOh wandering in days unfoldingWith ? fashioned of mud and snakeskinOh wandering in days unfoldingWith ? fashioned of mud and snakeskin, of mud and snake-skinAs I think about the ladies who weren't allowed to singSewing all their pretty rows of thread instead of seedAnd what about the black braided sisters of MarieWe sat upon their grinding rock as children used to beBeneath the knotted pine, knotted pineBeneath the knotted pine at the garden's edgeBeneath the knotted pine, knotted pineBeneath the knotted pine at the garden's edgeOh laughing little girls clappingSongtexteAnd ghosts weaving our hair to basketsOh laughing little girls clappingAnd ghosts weaving our hair to baskets, our hair to basketsI can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and lowThe alder trees were listening to songs been sung beforeMy friend and I collecting skeletons of leavesMaking tiny piles oh, and sifting through the weedsMaking tiny piles oh, and sifting through the weeds Aus Songtexte Mania