Proserpine au bal du printemps

Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to momma, come home to momma
Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to mother, come home to momma now
I shall punish the Earth, I shall turn down the heat
I shall take away every morsel to eat
I shall turn every field into stone
Where I walk crying alone
Crying for

Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to momma, come home to momma now
Proserpina, Proserpina go home to your mother, go home to Hera
Proserpina, Proserpina go home to your mother, go home to Hera now
She has ṗunished the Earth, she has turn down the heat
She has taken away every morsel stone
Where she walks cry-crying alone
Crying for
Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to momma, come home to momma
Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to momma, come home to momma now
She has turned every field into stone
Where she walks cry-crying alone
Proserpina, Ṗroserpina, come home to momma, come home to momma
Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to momma, come home to momma now

- Paroles de Kate McGarrigle et musique de Martha Wainwright