Lyrics

The smell of water softly lifts itself into her noes
And if her father knew that she was here he would come close To ask forgiveness for the things he did so long ago
Up in the fortress where the king still sits So very low
And where he served him with his strong strong hands
So full of dirt
These hands of killing keeping order for the king
The vision blurred
But as his daughter slapped the son of the king
The king got mad
And told the father that his daughter had to die
Just like a cat
The loyal father put his daughter in a bag
Just like a cat
She had no mother who could help her as she’s thrown
Sinking in the bag
Now she wonders on the riverbanks by night
To find her dad
Whose tears are streams to make the river rise
And she can smell that he is sad.