Tori Amos

In the lush virginia hills
They kept her as long as they could
Cause they knew when the white brother found
White shell beads wrapped around her
Skin - a life giving river - her body open
As will his hand
And with a goodbye there she goes
She may betray
All that she loves
And even wait for
Their savior to come
And in some things,
Maybe hell be right
But as always
The thing that he loves
He will change from her
Sunwise to clockwise
To soul trading
Still shell lay down her body
Covering him all the same
So hundreds of years go by
(the red road carved up by sharp knife)
Shes a girl out working her trade