Текст песни Three Babies - 2009 Remastered Version - Sinead O'Connor

Each of these my three babies
I will carry with me for myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three

And of course I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be
Water and feed are not tools that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be

In my soul
My blood and my bones
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me

Each of these my three babies
I was not willing to leave
Though I tried, I blasphemed and denied
I know they will be returned to me

Each of these my babies
Have brought you closer to me
No longer mad like a horse
I'm still wild but not lost
From the thing that I've chosen to be

And it's 'cause you've thrilled me
Silenced me, stilled me
Proved things I never believed

The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me

Each of these, my three babies
I will carry with me for myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three