"Mother Sorsorne was inspired by a beautiful balafon melody from a West Guinean song called sörsörnë - from the Baga People's tradition. We worked it into an original song titled Mother about our human dependence on the earth. We cannot survive without this vast and beautiful planet. The original lyrics to the traditional Sörsörnë song are sung in the Baga language and sing about about daughters thanking their mothers for giving them the tools for life." - Heather Normandale Band
Mother Sorsorne by Heather Normandale
The caterpillar inches through the grass
Finds her niche, never questioning this path
Moving open from the ground into the sky
Find your place, find your place, find your place, find your place
Find your place, find your place, find your place, find your place ahh
The breath upon your mothers lips makes the rivers run makes the mountains lift
The love that moves you to exist begins with a thunder a moan and a hiss
Sometimes i feel like a baby
Clung to the worlds aching breast
I feel her hands softly guide me
Mother i try to do my best
Mother i try to do my best
Standing in front of the brilliant sun even with your eyes you can feel it run
From the top of your face it melts into the eyes
And the world with a grin she takes off her disguise
Sometimes i feel like a baby
Clung to the world's aching breast
I feel her hands softly guide me
Mother i try to do my best
Mother i try to do my best
Mother i try to do my best
(Mother Sorsone has been released as a single here.)