The Occasion – Letras de The Midwife

I hear you've got a child somewhere
A castaway; a little egg
A drift on the waves

And if I was a servant girl
Would you treat me the same?
Blow the dust from my grave?
Keep the ivy at bay
Chase the critters away

You mother was a cripple at heart
Lost her crutch in the dark
Crawled a mile too far
Washed up by the beach
Now she tends to the sea
Starfish, anemone

Other misplaced things (Repeat)

She bends by degrees so gracefully
Picking up twigs, waterlogged seeds

It's all the same to me (Repeat)