[Intro: cave water dripping, intimate Black Madonna whisper] Mary... Mother... I said let it be... [Verse 1: fourteen-year-old girl, urgent spoken-sung flow, defiant] Fourteen, Jewish girl beneath a Roman sword An angel said, "You’ll bear the son of God, called Lord" I knew what that meant: unmarried, pregnant, stoned Called ruined, called possessed — still I said yes alone Not meek hands folded, no — fists against my hips Let it be done, I said, with fire on my lips Let it be done to me as you say I will birth revolution anyway [Pre-Chorus: Queen of Heaven rising, women’s choir responses] They took Asherah from the temple, took Inanna’s crown Called me Queen of Heaven when they put those queens back down [Chorus: powerful mother, expansive belt, gospel choir] I said let it be, I said let it be Not meek, not mild, but womb of galaxy I birthed God in blood and straw and myrrh I said let it be, and the world returned to Her I said let it be — let it be I said let it be — let it be If saying yes to life is heresy Then let me be the mother of heresy [Verse 2: fierce maternal narrative, rhythmic trap flow] Black Madonna in a cave, in the forest, Montserrat stone Not white and blue and small — black, fierce, alone Your Nana was Mary when she birthed in pain with no man Your Mama was Mary when she said, "I will, I can" You were Mary, Luna, birthing music in the kitchen No midwife but Brigid, no temple but what went missing Seven years old, rosemary, you said let it be too Mary in your blood, choosing to birth you [Bridge: whispered Magnificat opening into revolutionary proclamation] My soul magnifies... He has brought down the mighty from their thrones... And exalted the lowly... He has filled the hungry with good... And sent the rich away empty... That is not meek — that is revolution [Breakdown: breath, birthing pulse, low choir] Breathe... push... let it be... Breathe... push... let it be... Blood... water... God... [Final Chorus: all mothers singing, full womb choir, triumphant belt] I said let it be, I said let it be Not meek, not mild, but womb of galaxy I birthed God in blood and straw and myrrh I said let it be, and the world returned to Her We said let it be — we said let it be We said let it be — we said let it be If saying yes to life is heresy We are all mothers of heresy [Outro: baby cry, mother laugh, cave echo, fierce whisper] Let it be... let it be... Mary... Black Madonna... Queen...
