This was Ciggi’s conception - the idea of singing with an old recording of her mother. It’s Ciggi’s words and tune, I’ve stuck it together with her mother’s recording and some strings and guitar.

See her a cappella for more info.

SINGING WITH DOFFY
 
Bird-boned woman with tense black eyes
Voice like a silver ribbon soaring to the sky
You’re not what you did, you’re what you loved
And who you made love you
 
Little cuckoo in the family nest
Dark, skinny girl, different from the rest
They didn’t mean to hurt your feelings
Or grind you down grain by grain
But they made you shy and nervous
And killed your spirit just the same
 
You got to be so sick and scared
You couldn’t stand up anymore
To free that shining sound of silver
That pierced all those hearts to the core
 
But your voice is locked inside my head
Where it will stay until I die
And maybe then we’ll sing together
When we will lose ourselves and fly
 
Bird-boned woman with tense black eyes
Voice like a silver ribbon soaring to the sky
You’re not what you did, you’re what you loved
And who you made love you