Jayrambati - Trevor Hall

Come child lay your head down

This river sings without sound

All of these things in your mind

Leave them behind

My mother’s village

Is inside

How can one leave her?

Mother of time

Come child eat of this fruit

All of me is for you

For you are my very own

Welcome, welcome home

My mother’s village

Is inside

How can one leave her?

Mother of time

Mother of the virtuous

Or mother of the wicked

We’re upon your lap here

And all of us are children

Poetry’s no use when describing who you are

Creator of the love that’s inside of my heart

Darker than the night, yeah, brighter than the sun

Higher than the mountains, deeper than the ocean

You keep the world turning

You’re an unseen power

I know not the time

Not the place, or the hour

Rising with the sun

Shine and setting with the moon

All your instruments are playing

All are perfectly in tune

Flowing with the water

And burning in the fire

My mama is the queen of this whole empire

As I sit back while I watch her play the part

As the beggar, as the king, as the thief, it’s her art

I am just a color in her unseen picture

A pen in her hand as she writes her scripture

My mother’s village

Is inside