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My mother gave me a name/ she taught me to keep track of my things/but on the day you were born/ I lost my breath in the glare of the hall/the sweetest cry I ever known/ herald sister, my blood and my bone

Eliza Jane/ you come out screaming your name/you are a comet/you are the sound it makes/ Eliza Jane, you are a golden thing/I'll be the sunset, you'll be the light that stays

The last of two, now second of three/a wiser sister I am called to be/ so I wash my hands, dress my knowledge up clean/ hold it up to the light / of the infant queen

Eliza Jane/ you come out screaming your name/ you are a a comet/you are the sound it makes/ Eliza Jane, you are a golden thing/ I'll be the sunset/you'll be the light that stays