Karine Polwart Tears For Lot's Wife
A righteous light is carrying a just man over the black hill and a restless voice is harrying you It's not too late
You can turn again (don't look back, don't look back) You can look back still (don't look back, don't look back) You can turn, turn, turn again from the brow of the black hill (don't look back)
To the crimson towers of the city you were born in To the square where you sang To the spinning shed where you spun your thread To the tall and empty windows of your home where sons and daughters blessed your bed
One glance and a searing sting of pain Stitched up her eyes before she made a sound and the salt suffused her body and her legs were rooted to the ground
Who's gonna mourn? One woman in a storm?
Who will lament the life She left to burn
