From the recording Don't Speak
The third song from Being Serafina, this is the moment Serafina finds out her Rosario husband has been killed. She tries to hold back the news, telling her friends and the priest 'don't speak'
Lyrics
You can guess it’s bad news
When the priest comes to call
With the town’s women
Draped in black shawls
Dressed for occasion
Hushed tones at the door
You can guess it’s bad news
When the priest comes to call
This precious moment
Before the knowing
Threading denial
Through silk that I’m sewing
I ask time to stop
Hear the clock slowing
This precious moment
Before the knowing
Don’t speak, don’t utter a word
Don’t speak, let his name stay unheard.
Don’t tell of bloodshed
Last night on the roads
Don’t speak
A scene in slow motion
A play in the round
Lips beg for silence
As friends gather round
My insides are frozen
I melt to the ground
In a scene in slow motion
A play in the round
Don’t speak, don’t utter a word
Don’t speak, let his name stay unheard.
Don’t tell of bloodshed
Last night on the roads
Don’t speak, (I already know)