All My Friends

All My Friends

Credits

Produced by Aoife O’Donovan, Darren Schneider, and Eric Jacobsen

Mixed by Darren Schneider at the Audio Temple at Full Sail in Winter Park, FL

Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering Services

Tracklisting

  1. All My Friends - lyrics
  2. Crisis
  3. War Measure
  4. Someone to Follow
  5. The Right Time
  6. Daughters - lyrics
  7. America, Come
  8. Over the Finish Line (featuring Anaïs Mitchell)
  9. The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

All songs written by Aoife O’Donovan except

“The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll” written by Bob Dylan

1. All My Friends

All my friends, all my friends will meet the end someday
So I sing a song for them to guide them on their way
Through the violet highs and the ochre lows
My load feels heavy most days
All my friends

I always knew and so did you that we were going to war
Years have passed I’m trying to remember who it’s for
If we reach thirty six, or if the door gets slammed
at least I know we’ve tried
for all my friends...

Marching on, the Tennessee dawn is lifting o’er the fields
Steady on, America, you know it’s time to heal
If you open your arms you’ll feel us,
warm and ready for the change all
my friends...

6. Daughters

Here in the dark
Everything that once was becomes a tiny spark
Looking back from the next century
What will they see?

The names of the girls who laid the stones
Names long forgotten- never scribbled in tomes
They were strong and indestructible
Their hearts were full

Now the edifice of women’s liberty
It is almost complete
But protected and serene the rich women are still
Honing their malevolent skills
Growing bolder in their treachery
Selling for free

There are those who are willing to vilify
Their sisters ‘cross the land- they declare them too quick to cry
Saying don’t trust them with the privilege
Don’t even try

Will we ever be ready for a victory?
Or sit and watch the country as it bleeds?

The enemies of our cause they try to stop us
But before the vote is won,
we can’t leave the fight to the daughters of our daughters
So we go into the fray, shoulders bare, feel the fire and liberate

Women in schools and counting houses, in shops and on the farm they’re all around us
They got babies crying at their breasts, sun sinks in the west

The veins of these women are not filled with milk and water
These are mothers of bold American daughters
They are not afraid. They’re lying in wait

Listening for the bugle call to send them in
Suffrage is the only way to end.

The enemies of our cause they try to stop us
But before the vote is won, we can’t leave the fighting to the daughters of our daughters
So we go into the fray, shoulders bare, take the punches to our faces
Feel the fire In our bones, and liberate

When will we be ready for the victory?
Will we ever be ready for the victory?