Tie tight my apron strings, tie up my hair;
He will come no longer to my door.
Take off the tears adorning my fresh cheek alone,
He will come around here no more.
Oh the shame...
I won't wait no longer for the day to break.
The shame...
No, I won't wait no longer for the dawn.
Tie tight my apron strings, tie up my hair.
This child which makes so much more today.
They won't reach around my belly in only a few hours.
So, here comes my tolling bell, to shame.
This is where I put up the music I release.
You can see my upcoming shows just below here. I mostly play in Berlin and Poland at the moment - and am always up for a good house concert.