Yahweh (feat. January Rogers)

Yahweh, Yahweh
It’s always blanketing rain
Yahweh, Yahweh
It’s always blanketing rain
 
Got creator on the line
Tell them he matriarchs are doing just fine
As you step out of the rain
And you step into your name
 
Many miles I’ve travelled
Rocky paths, road tar, broken trails
That’s me
We became familiar friends, family
Having visited 19 times across
The back of a nation
Still finding its feet
I knew it’s twists and turns
Before they were formed
I knew where it liked
To be touched and not
 
Am I not
Woman travelling with her lovers
Lands and rivers
Meeting like a Mistress
On either ocean
Going and returning
Was all I knew to do
 
Am I not
Canadian
Having sung the praises
And revealed the injustices
Of a country of men, confused
By who I am
And again, I stood before you
With all my gifts
And all my lies
Forcing my will and poetry
Into the national psyche
Until finally proclaimed to be
The first woman of Canada
 
I, was on a stamp
 
Yahweh, Yahweh
It’s always blanketing rain
Yahweh, Yahweh
It’s always blanketing rain
 
Am I not
Yes, I am
Free and childless, bohemian poetess
Single, radical feminist
As fabulous as they say
 
What a time I had
Am I not? Yes. I am.
 
Yahweh, Yahweh
It’s always blanketing rain
Yahweh, Yahweh
It’s always blanketing rain
 
Around my Yahweh
Around my Yahweh