Come sit here in the big chair
And you shall be a big girl
Come sit down by the fire
And it will make you warm
The chair is as big as a small country
And she doesn't feel like a big girl
Her feet dangle far from the ground
And the cushions feel like quicksand
That's the chair your grandmother filled
And her grandmother before her
Father won't you let me down
I'd like a glass of water
When you grow up you shall meet a man
Who loves you like I love you
You shall have children of your own
And pass on the family tradition
When you sit in this chair you sit at the end
Of a long line of women
And when you die you will lie beside
Those who sat there before you
On your wedding day you will wear the lace
We brought with us from our homeland
It will bring you luck and mark you out
It will be your protection
All around her bed at night
The ghosts do stir and whisper
You are of us, your turn has come
We are your blood, little sister
Now she stands at the altar alone
Wishing she loved her husband
But the children will come and there'll be plenty to be done
Before she joins the dead ones
