Sister

[Opening Instrumental] What the water wants is hurricanes And sailboats to ride on its back What the water wants is sun kiss And land to run in to and back And I have a fish stone Burning my elbow Reminding me to know that I'm glad And I have a bottle Filled with my old teeth They fell out like a tear in the bag And I have a sister Somewhere in Detroit She has black hair and small hands And I have a kettledrum I'll hit the earth with you And I will crochet you a hat And I have a red kite I'll put you right in it I'll show you the sky