Three Babies Lyrics - I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got - Sinead Oconnor

Each of these my three babies 

I will carry with me 

For myself 

I ask no one else will be 

Mother to these three 

And of course 

I'm like a wild horse 

But there's no other way I could be 

Water and feed are not tools 

That I need for the thing that I've chosen to be 

In my soul 

My blood and my bones 

I have wrapped your cold bodies around me 

The face on you 

The smell of you 

Will always be with me 

Each of these my three babies 

I was not willing to leave 

Though I tried 

I blasphemed and denied 

I know they will be returned to me 

Each of these my babies 

Have brought you closer to me 

No longer mad like a horse 

I'm still wild but not lost 

From the thing that I've chosen to be 

And it's `cause you've thrilled me 

Silenced me 

Stilled me 

Proved things I never believed 

The face on you 

The smell of you 

Will always be with me 

Each of these my three babies 

I will carry with me 

For myself 

I ask no one else will be 

Mother to these three