Take What You're Given Lyrics - There's A Last Time For Everything - Lucy Wainwright Roche

Seven Sundays late for front steps 

Sitting warm in the midday block 

Little bare feet, dirty forehead 

I can see where your train will stop 

At the point of several mountains 

Sold from one to another tribe 

Just a basket baby waiting 

Towering at only three feet high 

I know "take what you're given" 

I know "seen and not heard" 

You left me buckets of ribbons 

Woven together by flying birds 

Me and you crept on for hours 

Right behind the big blue house 

All the roots of all her flowers 

So to feed all our creatures' mouths 

She cried, "What have you done here? 

You girls are the devil's kind!" 

I can't run any faster 

Leaving all the battles behind 

After dinner, kitchen quiet 

Hot air from the dishes washed 

Just a sink light buzzing brightly 

In the front room, TV on 

I know "take what you're given" 

I know "seen and not heard" 

You left me buckets of ribbons 

Woven together by flying birds 

And the church sings hallelujah 

When you're sitting still and right 

Peering just between two shoulders 

Trying to see what the priest looks like 

I know and also have you 

I know all things were made 

Lift me to heavier water 

Just in case I can be saved 

I will wait here one last morning 

Shield my eyes to the blazing sun 

If I scan the streets for warning 

I can see when your train will come