Bruce Cockburn Lifes Mistress Lyrics

Lifes Mistress Lyrics

She is passing in a warm breeze

Bars of light that cross the floor

One smoke-gray, curled, tiny feather

Skips aside 



By her
middle hang the keys

Made to open any door

Even the one that lets
in the cold wind

From outside 



She lives in a house of
colour

Guarded by cats three in number

And one great dog of gentle
manner

In among the trees 



Silence

Carries

No
apprehension here

In the warm sun

By the window sill

I can
just sit still

And watch her go by... 



Queen of field and
forest pathway

Understands the speech of stones

She weaves peace
upon her loom

Life's mistress