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* Having been eye And ear witnesses ♪
♪ To all that our Mother Has done ♪
♪ From the first time She opened the Gospel ♪
♪ Till she sung Her final song ♪
♪ It seems only good To answer ♪
♪ The request Of our brethren and sisters ♪
♪ Make a faithful record ♪
♪ Of Mother Ann Lee ♪
♪ The woman Clothed by the sun ♪
As one might expect of a miraculous person,
Ann Lee was born on the 29th of February
in the year 1736.
The second eldest of eight children,
she was the daughter of a blacksmith and his wife,
residing upon Toad Lane.
Situated beneath the looming shadow of Christ Church,
Manchester's utmost feared
and favored place of Christian worship.
Hurry now, William, or they mightn't find a space for us.
Wherever she went,
William followed his sister, adoringly.
As William learned to keep pace,
Ann and the boy's march were to be in lockstep.
Again, like this, brother.
Bless this food, dear Lord. We thank you.
- Amen. - Amen.
MARY When Ann was a child,
her mind was taken up with the things of God,
so that she saw heavenly visions
instead of trifling toys.
Hurry, William.
The coldly intellectual Church of England
is more concerned with ritual and power
than the plight of the common people
who are at mercy of brutal laws.
A ten-year-old child can be sentenced to death!
To death!
Ann had great light and conviction
concerning the sinfulness and depravity of human nature.
She put her hands to work and her heart to God,
laboring tirelessly without complaint.
- Ann? - A place for everything,
and everything in its place, William.
WOMAN : George Whitefield
persistently preached his sermons
from the steps of Christ Church.
Ann yearned to dedicate herself
to serving God with equal fervor.
...preach the Gospel to arouse the workers
to awareness of their rights!
What do you call yourselves?
Because we conduct our worship by "rule and method,"
some do refer to us as Methodist.
Shh!
The children can hear you.
Ann's hatred of "fleshly cohabitation"
dated from her earliest youth.
Ann, what has possessed you this morning?
You--
Speak intelligibly, Ann Lee.
I know what you do to her.
She doesn't mean anything by it, sweetheart.
Hands on the table.
Flat on the table.
Enough.
That's enough now.
I don't have to be down the mills yet, do I?
It's not light yet.
I want to visit my mother's resting place
on the way to the infirmary.
Uncle William will walk with you to the mill this morning.
And Nancy, if Uncle William's slow to rise,
clutch him by the nose.
Blame it on Auntie Ann.
To be free of the mill's wearying labor,
Ann found herself in service as a cook at the local infirmary.
In the scant leisure she possessed,
she yearned to find purpose amidst the dullness of her lot.
No! No!
Pardon me.
The invalids are having something
of a collective episode, Miss Ann.
My companions are waiting for me.
Make haste, sister.
The assembly mightn't welcome dalliers.
When have you known me to dally, William?
There was some gruesome commotion at hospital.
Gruesome? Was someone injured?
A patient, self-harmed.
They barred the exits of all faculty
until the coroner arrived.
Here, quickly. Provisions from the kitchen.
Nicked an egg for each of you, and some bread.
- Nicked? - No, dear.
- I just saved it from waste. -Let's take our supper
as we tram over mountain and moorland.
No time to wash up, Nancy?
No, Auntie.
Always seeking a more harmonious consonance
between her faith in God
and the religious establishment,
she attended a series of local revival meetings
hosted by Jane and James Wardley.
Good evening.
I would be remiss if I were first
not to thank Mr. John Townley
for hosting us in his beautiful home.
For those new here tonight,
perhaps you're unaccustomed to hearing the voice
and seeing the demeanor of a woman preacher.
So James and I thought you might find this passage
particularly illuminating.
From Jeremiah...
"How long wilt thou go about, O you backsliding daughter?
For the Lord hath created a new thing on earth,
a woman shall compass a man..."
Christ's spirit first appeared in the form of a man, Jesus,
but will eventually reappear,
to fulfill the promise of the second coming,
in the form of a woman.
As we were all created in his likeness,
God must be both male and female.
Yes!
You there, we have not seen you before.
May I ask, what's drawn you to us?
I am Ann Lee. This is my brother, William Lee,
and my late sister's daughter, Nancy Lee.
Yes?
We've come because--
"For he who confesses,
shams are over and realities have begun;
he has exteriorized his rottenness."
Tell us why you've come.
Bare yourself to us.
Well...
many times when I'm about my work,
I feel my soul overwhelmed with sorrow.
I will work as long as I can to keep it concealed
and then I will run to get out of sight,
lest someone should pity me
with that pity that God does not.
Welcome to the Wardley Society, Ann, William, and Nancy.
Yes, welcome.
I'm Father James Wardley
and this is my wife, Mother Jane.
When you confess your sins, you must labor to remember
the time when and the place where you committed them.
And when you have confessed them,
you will cry to God
to know if your confession is accepted.
And by crying to God,
you will eventually travel out of your loss.
James Whittaker, please rise...
and share with us your unflinching testimony.
Go on, James. Give your grief to God.
Some years ago, I have by chance
seen my sister bathing and, at once,
I was filled with a tremor throughout my whole being.
My body quaked at the sight of her
like a split peach.
It is improper because she is a child.
It is wrong because she is my own flesh and blood.
The Wardleys had been devout Quakers,
dedicated to the belief that true religion
comes from inward experience.
But had left to form their own,
more dynamic, religious community.
They were known as the Shaking Quakers,
or Shakers, as the locals referred to them,
because of the shaking and dancing
that characterized their worship.
Ann Lee had at last discovered a community
that espoused her beliefs,
and she, in turn,
embraced their principles wholeheartedly.
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la La, la-la-la ♪
♪ La, la-la-la-la-la, la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la La, la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la ♪
There, she caught the eye of a man
of the same faith, Abraham,
a blacksmith like her father.
She later married Abraham.
Mary Partington bore witness to the marriage ceremony,
but would ultimately prove more true to Ann
than Abraham's solemn vow.
I, uh... seized a copy of this puzzling,
frequently concerning text,
off the person of my new apprentice.
Now, it's filled with terrible images,
but I find it has some philosophical value,
as it's a direct and unrelenting attack
on the traditional clergy.
That's atypical of literature of this kind.
Who is its scribe?
Anonymous, far as I know.
What is it?
Well, from what I can tell,
it's the story of a young girl, Thérèse,
facing a religious institution rife with corruption.
Now, in the only segment I've read,
Thérèse is hidden in a cupboard
as she watches a fellow novice, Eradice,
instructed in the ways of prayer by Father Dirrag, her confessor.
Why is Thérèse in a cupboard?
That is irrelevant.
May I go on?
So, he explains that Eradice has been chosen by God
to experience his full presence.
Now, he then goes on to request that she lift her skirt.
He then applies "the rope of Saint Francis" to the nun,
causing her to feel all the ecstasy
of an exalted religious experience.
You've discovered this on the person
of your new apprentice?
That is correct.
"And there appeared a great wonder in Heaven,
a woman clothed with the sun, the moon under her feet...
and a crown of twelve stars upon her head.
She was pregnant.
She cried out in pain as she was about to give birth."
Revelation 12:1.
- Take me in your mouth. - No.
Open your legs.
Oh, he's beautiful.
She went on to give birth to four children.
But all died before turning one.
Come on.
♪ O the beautiful treasures ♪
♪ Laid up for the wise ♪
♪ O how precious the values ♪
♪ How glorious the prize ♪
♪ Far brighter than diamonds ♪
♪ On princes' brow ♪
♪ And richer than royalty ♪
♪ Can bestow ♪
♪ Beautiful treasures ♪
♪ Far brighter than diamonds ♪
♪ On princes' brow ♪
♪ And richer than royalty ♪
♪ Can bestow ♪
♪ Far brighter than diamonds On princes' brow ♪
- I have to take her now. - No!
- ♪ And richer than royalty ♪
♪ Can bestow ♪
Ann! Ann! Ann!
We need to stop the bleeding.
Get help!
God. God, give me the strength to go on.
God, give me the strength to go on.
After the death of her last child,
she was admitted to the infirmary
where she'd once worked as a cook.
Ann.
Mother Jane, sometimes I go to bed and sleep,
but in the morning I cannot feel
that sense of the word of God which I felt before I slept.
This brings me great tribulation.
And then I cry to God, and promise him,
that if he gave me the same sense
I had before I slept,
I would labor all night again.
This I do night after night.
I see.
Our unbearable tragedies are God's judgement upon me.
I sinned by permitting my father and Abraham
to persuade me to forsake my true feelings and marry.
Marriage, Ann, is not a sin.
I have fallen under heavy trials and tribulations
on account of lodging with my husband.
It is sexual sin that has caused us to catastrophe.
I know it.
James and I lodge together,
but we do not touch each other any more than two babes.
You may return and do likewise.
I will have James speak with Abraham.
Come back to us, dear Ann.
You're not only a pillar of our community,
but a leader, as well.
MARY With nothing left to lose,
Ann boldly converted her suffering into evangelism.
Brothers!
Over the course of three days,
she led the Shakers in fervent worship.
Brothers!
Sisters!
The power of Ann's testimony
stirred up the rage and enmity
of professor and profane to such a degree
that her very life and existence
seemed in continual jeopardy.
♪ I never did believe ♪
♪ That I ever could be saved ♪
♪ Without giving all ♪
♪ To God ♪
* I never did believe ♪
♪ That I ever could be saved ♪
♪ Without giving all ♪
♪ To God ♪
♪ I never ♪
♪ Did believe ♪
* That I ever Will be saved ♪
♪ Without giving all ♪
♪ To God ♪
After three days,
having received numerous complaints,
the local municipality
had quite enough of the noisemaking.
"...but also Heaven, so that the fishes of the sea
and the beasts of the fields and all creeping things
that creep upon the earth
and to all men upon the face of the earth
shall shake in my presence."
Welcome.
♪ I never ♪
♪ Did believe ♪
♪ That I ever could be saved ♪
♪ Without giving all ♪
♪ To God ♪
♪ So I freely give The whole... ♪
That's enough!
♪ ...of my body ♪
♪ And my soul ♪
♪ To the Lord God ♪
♪ Amen ♪
Anna!
Sister!
We've brought provisions for you!
Ann?
Brother William.
We're all here.
Can you hear my voice, Sister?
Is Abraham among you?
Circumstances would not permit him
to depart his dutiful obligations.
Alas, leave me now to pray.
But we've bread and wine, Ann!
All right, everyone. You heard her.
This is what happened to Ann Lee
whilst she was in prison.
In fastings, tears, and incessant cries to God,
Ann bore such deep suffering that her earthly tabernacle
was reduced until she was as weak as an infant.
I hunger and thirst.
Once more she cried mightily to God for help.
God help me. God help me.
This time, her prayers were answered
by a blinding apparition.
The most astonishing visions and divine manifestations
were presented to her in so clear and striking a manner
that the whole spiritual world seemed displayed before her.
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
♪ After true righteousness ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
♪ After true righteousness ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
♪ In what I've obtained ♪
♪ Of what I obtain ♪
♪ My soul cannot rest ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
♪ After true righteousness ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
♪ An ocean I see Without bottom or shore ♪
♪ Feed me, I'm hungry ♪
♪ Enrich me, I'm poor ♪
♪ I cry unto God ♪
♪ I'll never cease ♪
♪ Till my soul's filled with love ♪
♪ Love and sweet peace ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
♪ After true righteousness ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
* And thirst ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
♪ After true righteousness ♪
♪ I hunger and thirst ♪
And there appeared a great wonder in Heaven,
a woman clothed with the sun and the moon under her feet.
And upon her head, a crown of twelve stars.
Please, sir, I am aching with hungriness.
What have you done to her?
Oh, you're warm. You're breathing.
Wake up, Sister. Hear my voice.
It's me, William.
Here, drink this.
You must cut your locks, Brother.
I need to see the Wardleys forthwith.
Get ready to forgive your sisters and brothers
on the first intonations of repentance.
I was covered in a downy hair,
which I shed as I was reborn
into the most astonishing visions,
and divine manifestations that were presented to me
in so clear and striking a manner,
that the whole spiritual world was displayed before me.
And in that soul-splitting moment,
I felt the cause of all suffering and...
and the mystery of all evil, revealed.
What did you see?
I... First I saw Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
I watched them defy God
and commit the forbidden carnal act.
And then I witnessed their expulsion from the garden
by an enraged deity.
And all at once, I understood
that there is one single cause
for humanity's separation from God:
fornication.
Ann.
I, uh... I'm contrite for coming only now.
The mill received a hefty contract
for lattice fences, you see.
We've been inundated
with iron and steel from the forge.
Ann Lee was relaying to us
that her earlier suspicions have been confirmed.
She's discovered there is only one way for humanity
to recover its lost state.
My understanding...
is to enter a new age of spirituality,
men and women must abstain
from all lustful gratification of the flesh.
Self-denial by celibacy
would be the first essential for all men and women
who want to gain the spiritual strength
to reach God.
Jane and I are in agreement with you,
Mother Ann.
"Mother"?
I love my Mother.
She is my sister, but she has become my Mother.
And the Lord God made me to love her.
During my period of incarceration,
a sense of release swept over me,
and my whole being
was suffused with inner harmony and peace.
And I feel that all my sins are now forgiven.
And that...
this is the vision I shall carry in my heart
for the rest of my days.
Brother Abraham,
come and kneel before our Mother Ann.
We'll have to say our farewells tonight.
Been a great friend to me, Jacob.
♪ So I freely give the whole ♪
♪ Of my body and... ♪
♪ And my soul ♪
♪ To the Lord, God ♪
♪ Amen ♪
God is faithful and just to forgive us our sins
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness...
And so, they set forth with vigor
to enlighten all of Manchester
- that she, Ann... -What is this?
MARY Christ's Second Coming...
- was among them... - What brings you to our doors?
and here to liberate the community
from the moral failings
and oppressive doctrines of the Church of England.
It is not I that speak.
- It is Christ who dwells in me. - Blasphemy!
Get down from there this very instant!
I have been in fine valleys
- with Christ as a lover. - Blasphemy!
I am married to the Lord Jesus Christ!
He is my head and my husband, and I have no other!
- Get down from there! - I have walked, hand in hand,
with God in Heaven.
Get down from there this very instant!
You will hang for this, young lady!
- It's blasphemy! -Blasphemy!
What is the woman charged with?
-The charge is assault. -'Tis a lie!
- My sister is a pacifist! -And willfully
and contemptuously disturbing divine service
- at Christ Church. -'Tis a lie!
She claims herself wed to the Lord Jesus Christ!
Quiet, now.
May I speak for myself, Your Worship?
You may.
I live in celibacy, and am wed to the Lord,
much like a nun of your own church.
We have rejected sinful pleasures of the flesh
and only share our love with Jesus.
And Jesus spoke to me.
MARY According to one legend,
she spoke to them that night in 12 languages,
including Greek, Latin, Hebrew, and French.
By another account, she spoke in 72 different tongues.
History states as a fact, however,
that Mother Ann spoke
and manifested such evident power of God
that the four ministers of Christ Church
thought it only proper to dismiss her.
Mother Ann, I've posted your penalties.
You're free to go.
They are our penalties, Mr. Townley.
It is our mission.
This is beneath you! Shame on you!
Inventive in their reproach, dear Brother.
While some welcomed the verdict with joy,
the thought of a woman preacher infuriated others.
Do not run!
Shame on you!
You're a witch!
Thank you, Brother.
Where is your husband?
At the smithy, morning and night.
Ah, yes. Whenever my sister is imperiled,
Abraham finds himself predisposed.
You must try and be more understanding of him.
He's been through so much.
As have you.
Read me the morning paper, will you?
There's something on George Whitefield,
the man that used to preach outside of Christ Church.
What's it say?
Read it aloud to me.
Courtesy of a raven messenger.
What am I looking at?
The piece on Reverend George Whitefield.
The Methodist?
He has returned from his fifth trip to America.
"With blazing eloquence,
Whitefield describes opportunities for rebirth
of the spirit in America.
'The colonies,' he says,
'will one day gain their independence,
and then freedom of conscience will be secured
for all people to worship God without hindrance or--'"
Am I to continue?
You don't grasp its significance?
I have seen a chosen people waiting for us in New England,
and I know that God wants us
to take the Millennial Church to America.
And that he will aid us in this enormous undertaking.
Are you mad?
Mr. Townley!
Father James,
you cannot possibly expect me to foot this bill.
Nor to undertake such a journey at my age.
My entire life, not to mention my trade,
is here in Manchester.
I am unable to do our good work amongst the Mancunian denizens
because their hearts and minds are spoilt.
I cannot preach without being harassed and assaulted.
Violated.
They will kill me, eventually.
Mother Ann, you have my utmost respect and admiration--
Mr. Townley, it's not the dying part which minds me.
I have lost four beautiful children
with whom I anxiously wait to be reunited.
It's the lost time.
Time to spread the word.
It is the lost voice which minds me.
Thank you for your time
and generous access to your home, Mr. Townley.
James--
Father James.
Look, my brother-in-law, he's a farmer.
He's attended several of our more sizable meetings
here at the house.
He's a shy man
and not a very polished gentleman, perhaps,
but where there's muck, there's brass, you see.
Yes?
Well, he has sometimes inquired to me privately
as to how he might aid us in our quest here.
Why have you never brought this prospective sponsor
to our attention?
It seemed, at the time, we had enough for our need.
Your brother-in-law is John Hocknell.
That's right.
You've spoken with him?
He approached Mother Jane and I some time ago.
But we boasted then of our loyalties to you.
Our quest is here no longer.
Mother Ann.
It was decided that James and Jane Wardley
should stay the course in Manchester,
though their hearts ached on the day
of their Mother Ann's departure.
Their berths aboard the Mariah
were obtained at little cost,
the ship having been condemned.
Unsound in the eyes of men,
yet sufficient for those led by the Spirit.
It set sail from Liverpool on May 19th, 1774.
Their newfound patron,
John Hocknell's means were modest,
but his devotion was boundless.
He'd have moved mountains for Mother Ann,
let alone, moved house.
Without so much as a nudge,
Hocknell left everyone and everything behind,
aside from his know-nothing heir, Richard,
and his billfold.
Abraham never did seem aught more
than a mere perplexed observer
of his wife's theological virtues.
He had, indeed,
been most uncertain regarding the voyage to America,
yet was swayed by the promise of innovation
in the working of metals upon the shores of New York.
- Mother? - Hmm?
There's something I have been wanting to tell you.
Go on, Mary.
On our penultimate night in Manchester,
following a 13-kilometer trek on foot
from Brother Hocknell's farm
to transport his belongings to the ports,
James Whittaker and I were resting by the roadside
when a vision appeared to him.
Is that so?
He saw a large tree "whose leaves," he said,
"shone with such a brightness
that made it appear like a burning torch."
He took this to mean that he was to help plant the tree of faith
in the New World.
We will plant a great big tree, with deep and solid roots.
Mm.
Go to sleep now, Mary.
And I'll be sure Mr. Hocknell
never has you carrying his bags again.
* Today, today Is my own time ♪
♪ Tomorrow can't be reckoned ♪
♪ And what is past Cannot return ♪
♪ Though much to be regretted ♪
♪ Today, today is my own time ♪
♪ Tomorrow can't be reckoned ♪
♪ And what is past Cannot return ♪
♪ Though much to be regretted ♪
* Then let me Well improve each day ♪
♪ And lay me up a pleasure ♪
♪ Which will not rust Nor wear away ♪
♪ But dwell with me forever ♪
Reef topsail!
Mother Ann led the group in daily worship
on the upper deck,
despite the vexation and grouse
of their fellow passengers and crewmen.
Mother Ann, you must excuse me.
I feel quite ill again this morning.
You're excused.
Four weeks, dear.
If the skies stay kind to us.
You must try and keep some food down,
or you will only become more feeble.
Take in fore topgallant!
♪ All is concert All is summer ♪
- ♪ All is concert ♪ - Still your bone box, besom!
- ♪ All is summer ♪ - Shut it, he said.
- ♪ All is concert ♪ - Hokum!
- ♪ All is summer ♪ - Quiet down!
- Oi! Whooperups! - ♪ All is concert ♪
- ♪ All is summer ♪ - Shut up!
- ♪ All is concert ♪ - Shut up!
- ♪ All is summer ♪ - Shut up!
- Don't sing! - ♪ All is concert, all is-- ♪
My dear brethren and sisters, stop!
We must pray for the seafarers.
Shut your bone box, besom!
Impoverished souls! Adventitious sinners!
These men know not what they give tongue to.
I know just what I say, missus.
Shut it!
These men know not what they do.
- Stop! - We must pray for them.
- ♪ All is concert ♪ - Stop that!
- Shut it, he said! - ♪ All is summer... ♪
Shut up!
- Oi, whooperups! Quiet! - ♪ All is summer ♪
- Shut up! - ♪ All is concert ♪
Take in topgallant!
Take in royal!
I am ordering all clamorous and disruptive noisemaking
ceased without delay!
- Captain, stop! - You heard me.
Halt where you are, Captain.
We are in various states of undress!
If you do not stop the racket,
I have vowed my crewmen
to have all your disobedients cast into the sea!
- And I am earnest. - We do fear God
more than we fear Captain Smith
and we shall conduct our worship, as usual,
with special orison for seafaring sinners.
And you, Captain, we shall pray for you, as well.
Mary, take my hand!
Take refuge! Sister Ann!
Do not exit your cabins
until you've received word that it is safe to do so!
Prepare to set storm canvas!
Lower broad sail!
Don't go up there, miss! You'll be sucked out to sea.
The lot of you should be pleased, then.
Cunningham.
Captain!
Prepare to cover the hatches!
Preparing!
A plank has been struck loose at the keel.
I have gone upstairs
to look through the porthole to the upper deck.
There is no way to mend it.
We must all perish before morning.
Be of good cheer, Captain!
There shall not the hair on our heads perish.
We will arrive safely in America.
Ann explained that she had seen
two bright angels of God
standing by the mast,
through whom she received
the promise of their safe-passing.
I will call now on my companions to assist your crewmen.
Ann!
Soon after, a mighty wave struck the ship
and pressed the loose plank tight,
stopping the leak.
Shakers fervently helped the sailors at the pumps,
which, as the Captain noted, had a miraculous effect.
They were left to pray in peace for the rest of the journey.
♪ High over the billows We are wafted along ♪
♪ Angel wing carry us ♪
♪ Not one ripple To break on our song ♪
♪ All is peace before us ♪
♪ All is concert, All is summer ♪
♪ While to heaven We are going ♪
♪ But in the desert We are leaving behind ♪
♪ Wintry winds are blowing ♪
♪ High over the billows We are wafted along ♪
♪ Angel wing carry us ♪
♪ Not one ripple To break on our song ♪
♪ All is peace before us ♪
♪ All is concert All is summer ♪
♪ While to heaven We are going ♪
♪ But in the desert We are leaving behind ♪
♪ Wintry winds are blowing ♪
♪ All is concert All is summer ♪
Cunningham. Cunningham.
I'm gonna start the bidding at 150.
There's no need to waste time.
He's the pick of the herd, gentlemen.
You won't find his like
- in these degenerate days. - Are they selling them?
Who'll give me 150?
Sinful as it is incomprehensible.
-160! -170!
Every man, woman, and child is a child of God.
170.
Mother Ann, the women are tired.
Should I look into a bed stay for the evening?
That's a terrible waste of your resources, Mr. Hocknell.
Please hold on to your notecase.
- These men are without disease. - Shame!
- Shame!
-Shame! -Shame!
- Shame! - Shame!
On that hot August afternoon,
the Shakers went in search
of a wide avenue called Broad Street,
where Mother Ann felt confident she would discover
what her vision had revealed.
Pardon me, are you the mistress of this house?
I am.
Mrs. Cunningham?
You'll have to please excuse me, I've just stepped outside
to escape the heat, you see.
Have we made acquaintance?
I am commissioned by the Almighty God
to preach the everlasting gospel to America.
And an angel commanded me, here, to this house,
to make a home for me and my people.
She said the name, Cunningham.
Mrs. Cunningham was a simple-minded woman
who recently faced financial hardship...
I see.
...and began offering affordable accommodations
in her home.
Although she didn't possess deep faith,
she had a great curiosity about the world.
She felt privileged to have been chosen
by a higher force,
which motivated her to provide discounted rates
along with a warm welcome to her guests.
May I please be excused, Mother Ann?
You may, Nancy.
Our privy is located just outside across the vestibule.
You'll see a doorway to exit through
at the far end of the corridor.
Thank you kindly, Mrs. Cunningham.
If you'll please excuse me, as well.
I'll step out front for some fresh air.
My equilibrium thinks me still aboard the Mariah.
I haven't washed.
The night of the tempest,
I thought I mightn't ever see you again.
We mustn't waste another moment.
We mustn't.
The men among us shall stay only a fortnight.
James Whittaker, William,
my son, Richard, and I must leave,
in search of a suitable piece of land up the Hudson
on which for us to settle.
Have you a boatman arranged for your journey upriver?
Is there someone you might suggest?
I'm closely familiar with a Dutchman, a hunter,
who's well acquainted with those macabre customs
of the wild people.
Wild people?
River Injuns.
And to go from New York to Albany,
you consult not a timetable but a calendar.
So, in mild weather, you take a boat,
but when the Hudson is frozen, it's a stagecoach.
Either way, it is a three-day trip.
And you, Standerin?
Will you be going along, too, with the others?
I, uh, plan to stay behind, seek work here in town,
aid in the support of our mission.
Accompany me to the forge tomorrow.
We'll see if there are gaps which need filling.
Abraham is a remarkable farrier.
Where has that boy of mine gone to?
Pardon me, will you?
Discourtesy is so unlike him.
Seems like his breadbasket is all tied up in knots.
Richard!
God in Heaven!
They are not willing to forsake.
They plan to marry.
Then they must leave us.
Is their love so sinful?
No, 'tis a thing of beauty.
They can love each other deeply, like I love you.
They...
The love they have chosen will not last.
It will turn your body into a senseless, unsavory corpse.
The desire of the flesh will fester and tear it apart.
And that desire is an ugly beast.
And that beast destroys all that is beautiful and pure.
Both of us have suffered on our journey.
We have made tremendous sacrifices
to receive the greatest love that one can experience,
and to give it entirely.
It pains me to see her go.
I would force her to stay and send him away.
She was left in our care, after all.
But that we cannot, William.
She must choose our way of life freely.
Regretful and ashamed,
Hocknell's son, Richard, and Ann's niece, Nancy,
were exigently forced to leave their family and friends behind
without pageantry of farewell.
Eight became six.
Slept like wee babes, did you, lads?
As well as one might on a raft.
Didn't Cunningham say he was Dutch?
He's a Dutchman.
Beautiful morning now, I say.
But again, all white geese are swans.
To the great frustration of the Irishman,
the men journeyed upstream
without a clear itinerary or navigational aids,
relying solely on Mr. Hocknell's instincts.
It's been two days, Mr. Hocknell.
Nothing seems to stir your imagination.
It is not me imagination.
It is me Divine inspiration that is leading us.
The night before their expedition,
Brother Hocknell had shared a vivid dream with the men,
featuring an expansive field with tall grass,
bordered by 12 large oak trees.
They all believed this was the ideal place
for them to settle.
These are the wild people
we have compensated you to protect us from?
The women and children, yes.
The manful redskin, yet.
You've never lain your eye on a more wretched brute.
Your friend's a bit mad, is he?
He doesn't help us to cook or make camp.
I'm not mad, but perhaps
I've become indolent in my old age.
I'm not cheap, however,
so I've afforded myself the opportunity to do nothing.
May I pray now to the Almighty God in some peace?
I'm sorry, Lord, I could not control my temper.
And it is something I have been working on.
I should not have lashed out at this common man
who does not understand the path that we're on,
who cannot comprehend in any way
the kind of endurance
that is required to make this journey.
I weakened at a point when I should have been strong,
and I really beg you for forgiveness.
And I will apologize to this man,
although he does get under my skin
with his pettiness and his small-mindedness.
But I should rise above that. I should know better.
I sit in endless gratitude
for all the gifts that you've given me...
Did you sleep a wink, Mr. Hocknell?
...that you are constantly bestowing upon me.
Legend has it,
that on the third day of the men's search,
a most peculiar thing happened.
Brother Hocknell?
♪ I am searching I am led ♪
* He is searching He is led ♪
* I am searching I am led ♪
* He is searching He is led ♪
* What eyes reveal ♪
♪ It's our ideal ♪
* That our ordeal Is worth it ♪
♪ I am searching I am led ♪
♪ He is searching He is led ♪
♪ I am searching I am led ♪
♪ He is searching He is led ♪
* What eyes reveal ♪
♪ It's our ideal ♪
* That our ordeal Is worth it ♪
Brother Hocknell!
* What eyes reveal ♪
♪ It's our ideal ♪
♪ That our ordeal is worth it ♪
♪ Oh, God, I saw it ♪
♪ Like through a glass ♪
♪ My visions shall ♪
♪ Come to pass ♪
♪ Pass ♪
* Pass ♪
Brother Abraham, is something the matter?
I need to speak with her in private.
- Brother? - Sister, go and take my bed.
The men are away now.
Please, just leave me in peace with her.
Mother,
I've endured your sensual abstinence for six years...
You are setting a terrible precedent.
No, you will not talk over me!
Quiet your voice!
I will give you a chance now
to rectify your standing in my eyes.
Go to bed with me, dutifully, as you once promised.
No one can reach God
while wallowing in the lust of the flesh.
Oh, enough!
I want to please my husband, I do.
But I cannot.
My natural instincts have died away in love of God.
I urge you to renounce your testimony...
and live in sexual cohabitation like the rest of the world.
Abraham, the exuberant bliss of Christ--
No. And the more you talk of
"exuberant bliss of Divine intercourse,"
the more I shall drink, and not stop myself until I am dead.
Do those that follow thou
and abide ye's every locution,
know their Mother Ann to be illiterate?
Tell me...
how does one contribute to the scripture
if thou cannot stable a quill?
I've kept your secrets, Ann Lee.
And you will keep mine.
So you are to be my wife now.
Go to the room. Now.
Now, if you do not consent to sexual cohabitation with me,
I will take this woman for my wife.
I will not do it, if you should take my life
as consequence for my refusal.
I'll do anything for my husband
which justice, reason, and humanity requires,
but I do not consent to violate my duty to God.
And I will endeavor to prevail on you
to return to your duty and be faithful.
Don't! Be quiet!
Shh.
I solemnly vow I shan't utter another word
if you just lower your voice.
Lower your voice.
I will listen.
Shhhh.
You have been paid.
You are to be my wife now.
Come. Good. Now, take me in your mouth.
Now you-you are my wife now.
Go on. There.
During that long, bitter winter,
Mother Ann endured deep sorrow of the soul.
Her children were dead.
Her husband had left her.
Her mission to America seemed doomed.
But, with the arrival of spring,
came news from the men
that it was time for the women to journey upriver
and reunite with their brothers.
From here, as far as the eye can see, Mother,
it is ours.
The deed is done.
Brother Hocknell...
Tell it, brother.
How is anyone meant to find us camouflaged by the pines?
My dear children. Hold fast.
Be not discouraged.
God has not sent us to this land in vain.
He sent us to bring the Gospel to this nation,
which is deeply lost in sin.
And there are a great number who will embrace it.
And the time draws nigh.
Do you truly believe the Gospel will open to the world?
Yea, Brother William.
I certainly know it will.
And the time is near at hand when they will come like doves.
Mother, you have often told us so, but...
they do not come.
We are so few, yet we have lost so many.
Brother William, you will go out and preach
and make our presence known.
Be patient.
Be patient, my dear children.
For I have seen a great number coming now.
And you will soon see them coming in great numbers.
I know it.
MARY After securing the land,
Brother Hocknell had but enough capital left
to hire help to till it.
Yet Mother Ann was eager to welcome
the farmers to the faith
and would not rest until each one had joined.
Soon thereafter, Mother Ann sent Brother William
on a quest for new followers.
On the 19th of May, in the year 1780,
the sky turned a strange hue.
William had heard tale of a small godly lot,
who were certain Judgment Day were nigh.
Let it touch your skin like silk or fire.
Now, each and every thing shall be raised to life before God.
May he be praised...
Fear not, the day of Resurrection is here.
Look up to God at the first rays of the sun.
Let it touch your skin like silk or fire.
Look up! Look up! Look up!
Fear not!
Now, here it is, without delay!
At last! At last! At last!
- You lied to us. - What does it mean, Father?
Hold your words, please!
Everyone, hold your words.
There were countless signs! All led here.
What have I missed?
Are my calculations mistaken?
Or perhaps the Lord hath taken pity on us all.
Father, could it be that the cataclysm of your sermon--
Make no words, Deacon Talmadge Bishop.
I require consultation from our neighboring parishes.
I must journey to them at once and collect their insights.
Your neighboring ministers are of ill repute, Father.
St. Paul says it is no sin for women to speak in churches.
Though I remain dubious, I am drawn to hear her speak.
All that I have told you is true,
but I advise you to go for yourself,
and speak to Mother Ann.
MARY The news of religious liberty
stirred up many a sect in America.
Most preaching doom before paradise.
But Ann's word, paradise through toil and chastity,
were a far simpler promise to fulfill.
♪ Bow down, O Zion ♪
♪ And pray unto Heaven ♪
♪ That God in His mercy ♪
♪ Return unto thee ♪
* For thee For, for thee ♪
♪ For thee For, for thee ♪
We have labored for years in the work of the regeneration,
and have risen with Christ.
We have traveled with him in the resurrection.
- ♪ That God in His mercy ♪ - For the light and power of God
was revealed to our Mother Ann, and through her,
reveals to those who receive her testimony.
Such sensible effect in giving them power over all sin.
♪ For thee For, for thee ♪
- ♪ O, fall on the rock ♪ -* Rock ♪
♪ Each one and be broken ♪
♪ Mother's devotion ♪
♪ To set us all free ♪
Revelations and gifts of God
that she was received and acknowledged
- as the first spiritual leader! - ♪ Fall on the rock ♪
♪ Each one and be broken ♪
♪ Mother's devotion ♪
♪ To set you all free ♪
We are located just a mere ten miles north.
♪ Mother's devotion ♪
♪ To set us all free ♪
I will take you there myself, personally.
♪ Mother's devotion ♪
♪ To set us all free ♪
* For thee For, for thee ♪
♪ Mother's devotion ♪
♪ To set us all free ♪
* For thee For, for thee ♪
* Mother's devotion ♪
♪ To set us all free ♪
* For thee For, for thee ♪
The first winter proved most trying.
As they broke the land,
the swamp yielded its serpents and stinging pests.
MARY Soon, sickness spread.
MARY And fever took hold.
The Shakers kept friendly with their neighbors,
knowing them to be skilled in woodworking,
and willing to trade teaching for goods.
"Do all your work
as though you had a thousand years to live
and as you would if you knew you must die tomorrow,"
she would say.
MARY Like all true leaders,
Mother Ann never asked her people
to do anything she would not do herself.
The Shakers knew that the best way to reach God
was by laboring tirelessly, always striving for perfection.
With indefatigable faith,
they toiled side-by-side to raise a lasting home.
Little mindful of the war that raged about them.
At last, she had found
a sanctuary for her people.
For those new here,
who are unaccustomed to a woman preacher.
"A woman shall compass a man."
Christ's spirit first appeared as a man,
but has reappeared to fulfill the promise
of the Second Coming as a woman.
Our Mother Ann.
And as we were all created in His likeness, see,
God must be both male and female.
For those wedded cohabitants here today,
you must forsake the marriage of the flesh
or you cannot be married to the lamb.
We have had the power of God upon us
and have felt great tribulation for our sins.
After which we have felt great love and releasement,
thought ourselves converted.
Is not this of Jesus Christ?
Yes, it is my brother and husband.
It is us both, you see.
The gifts and calling of God
given to souls in nature's darkness
not because they have repented,
but they are intended to lead souls to repentance.
What is this repentance?
To leave off committing sin
is the only repentance which God accepts.
Short of making an honest and faithful confession
of all the sins ever committed in your whole life.
It is God alone that can forgive sins,
where then is the necessity of confessing them to man?
God has established that order for all souls
who have committed sins that they must confess their sins
before His chosen witnesses.
Do not be frightened, girl. We do not bite.
Brother William tells me you have borne seven children
yet at such a young age.
I have.
And did you receive them all with equal joy?
No.
Is that so?
For she who confesses, shams are over
and realities have begun.
She has exteriorized her rottenness.
Routinely, see, when I went out to fetch some water...
a terrible thought might come on.
As I cradled our infant boy...
an overwhelming impulse surged through me.
The desire to release him
into the depths of the well and leave.
Seeking solace from the undoubtedly
ceaseless wailing in the woods
behind the wash shed.
In that moment, the longing for tranquility and silence
felt stronger than the will to live.
- Give your grief to God. - Give your grief to God.
-Your grief to God. - Give your grief to God.
Give your grief to God.
More love, Brothers!
More love, Sisters!
This is our altar,
and our altar is love!
None can build this altar or sacrifice upon it
but the pure in heart,
and such are we!
We will sacrifice upon it!
And we will love each other!
The trumpet of Mother's everlasting gospel
began to sound.
And many flocked to Niskayuna from various quarters.
Thus, the long expectations of Ann Lee's church
were fully realized.
William, the Elder?
Yes, Brother, it is I. Have we made acquaintance?
This way, children. Come with me.
Come along now.
A place for everything,
and everything in its place, William.
There are so many children.
We have found that a great many need caring for
and plenty who have none.
Some come with their mothers alone,
some come with their fathers as well.
All little ones are free of sin.
Later, they can choose for themselves to stay pure or not.
So, tell us, Brother.
You have our undivided attention.
The devil is a real being.
As real as a bear.
And I know, for I have seen him and fought with him.
But I have encountered and gathered
a many righteous brother and sister also.
I have amassed a following across towns near and far.
A community of persons who long
to be in the presence of their Mother Ann.
We have made a great advancement during your absence.
That, I can see.
Imagine my delight at this land tilled,
edifice erected, new faces in every and all direction.
It is exactly as you said it would be.
Mother, I've seen a vision.
A large, black cloud rising as black as thunder.
A wartime is coming.
You are not wrong.
On my travels, I obtained a pamphlet
from a Mr. Valentine Rathbun, Minister of the Gospel
which concerns me greatly.
- May I read from it, Mother? - You may.
"To obtain instruction from the woman preacher, Ann Lee,
I went to Niskayuna and gave her a lengthy relation of my life.
In return, she made me many wonderful promises.
Shakerism is a religion of bluff,
and its adherents are fanatics.
I myself beheld the following,
and know, therefore, whereof I speak.
They meet together in the dead of night
and have been heard two miles away by people.
They run about in the woods and elsewhere,
hooting and tooting like owls while some dance
and make such a bedlam as only the insane can thrive upon."
Yes, he was here for the winter,
but he was not well-suited for our community
and was asked to leave.
Brother William, this is to be expected.
For we have long endured such slanderous conceits.
This is different. It goes on and on.
But hear this.
"Most of those who join Ann Lee's movement
are urged to cry out against
the military defense of the country,
against fighting the common British foe.
Ann Lee's scheming religion is not only treasonous,
it is also aimed at bre--
It is also aimed at breaking up life as we know it.
She causes husbands and wives to part.
I am convinced the spirit which prevails over this new scheme
is the spirit of witchcraft.
Ann Lee is Satan in the guise of a sweet angel of light.
Some of the women Shakers strip naked in the woods."
That is because the brethren pulled off their coats
or outside garments, to labor,
or as the world would call it "dance."
And in warm weather the sisters being lightly clothed, but...
but they would report we dance naked!
And you know how apt
the ignorant and vulgar parts of mankind are
to misrepresent what they see.
If one told we dance naked with but few clothes on,
another in telling the story would miss out that part.
It is not the baseless accusation of vulgarities
which concerns me, Sister Mary.
For treason, Mother could be jailed or worse.
Not long ago, a general came along
with two magisterial gentlemen on horseback,
declaring that they required
we take an oath of allegiance to the country
and join them in the fight for this nation's independence.
And what did you reply?
I merely explained that the people of this community
will never do them any hurt,
for we are well-wishers to the country.
And we will do all the good to the country
that we are able to do.
Good.
That is good.
But I also made explicit that we are unwilling
and unable to kill the devil with the sword.
Hear me. We must hide you, Mother.
William, sit down. Do not be rash. Rest, please.
I need you to hear me. They will return for you.
Rest, William.
All will be clear as crystal glass on the morrow.
♪ Oh, my pretty Mother's home ♪
* I love Mother ♪
- ♪ Sweeter than the... ♪ - ♪ I love her way ♪
♪ ...honey in a comb ♪
* I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
♪ Oh, my pretty Mother's home ♪
♪ I love Mother ♪
- ♪ Sweeter than the... ♪ - ♪ I love her way ♪
♪ ...honey in the comb ♪
- ♪ Come love pretty love ♪ - ♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Come, come, come ♪
- ♪ Come love pretty love ♪ - ♪ Precepts to obey ♪
♪ I want some ♪
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
I've added south facing casements
for the dwelling houses.
And lintels for on the surrounds.
Yeah, two on either side.
And rid it of the gratuitous ornamentation.
♪ I love Mother I love her way ♪
♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
It removes the skin, see?
An object from our Brothers at the smithy's invention.
May I see Mother later, please?
Mother Ann will be here for supper.
She meant our mother.
Sister Martha will also be at supper.
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
If you are ever to be saved,
it must be by walking as He walked.
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
♪ I love her gospel ♪
♪ Precepts to obey ♪
♪ The king may have His throne ♪
♪ The miser his gold ♪
♪ The monarch his palace And the princess her home ♪
♪ I covet none of theirs For I've the gospel call ♪
♪ And a kind loving Mother Which is better than them all ♪
♪ I love Mother ♪
♪ I love her way ♪
A month later, Mother Ann was taken away
just as Brother William had predicted.
The Elder, James Whittaker, traveled at once
to inform the Governor of New York
about Mother Ann's imprisonment, harsh treatment
and sufferings.
The Governor, George Clinton,
pronounced disapproval of jailing persons
for their pious beliefs.
And due to lack of treasonable evidence,
he believed the woman should be freed.
Mother.
Rest, Brother.
We've travelled day and night, Brother Hocknell.
Mother is here now.
He's taken no food for the last day.
We came as fast as we were able. Rest, brother.
Last--
Last month, God's gift cured me whooping cough,
but it remanifested as these blisters on my hands
to signal that my work here was not yet done.
He spoke to me and said, "I have work for you to do,
and when your-- your work is done...
the same cough will return to you
and take you out of this world."
So, we labored to finish the second dwelling house, Mother.
The house is beautiful, Brother John.
Having again
lost six precious months of her lifetime
to a term of incarceration,
she soon set forth on a spiritual crusade
to spread the Gospel throughout New England.
♪ How can I but love My dear faithful children ♪
♪ Who are willing to bear And suffer with me ♪
♪ When I was on earth And in a cold prison ♪
A two-year journey traveling hundreds of miles,
suffering indescribable hardships and persecution.
♪ I cried to my God ♪
♪ To remember poor me ♪
Whoa! Whoa!
Ye watched, for ye knew not which hour we would come.
It is good to watch. It is always good to watch.
Welcome, Mother. It is an honor to host you.
I think you will be delighted to see
how many have accepted our invitation this night.
Good evening!
Make room! Make room!
Move closer!
Seeing that so many have come to join us this night,
please exercise patience
in passing through to sit in the presence of our Mother Ann.
Forbearance, I say!
We have founded six new settlements
in New Lebanon, in New York,
Enfield in Connecticut,
and Hancock, Harvard, Shirley,
and Tyringham in Massachusetts.
And now, at Petersham.
Pardon me.
There shall be a place for each of you!
Pardon me.
Excuse me.
Let the children through.
Coming through.
Mother?
Mother.
-Is that her? -Is it really you?
Yes, Child.
Do not be frightened, lassies.
Oh, dear. It delights me so to make your acquaintance.
Come nearer to me. I am your Mother.
Do not be shy.
They must find themselves befuddled.
Let me explain.
I am your Mother, and your mother's Mother.
We shall erect edifice here at Petersham.
I call on you, Brothers and Sisters,
to aid in this endeavor.
You shall never build here!
Knock out the lights!
Surround Mother. Protect her!
Stay calm, Children!
Coming through.
God is with us!
Do not fight back, Brothers!
Where is she?
Protect Mother Ann!
Show us the witch!
Do not fight back!
Take the Brother!
Brother!
This land is not yours.
You shall never live here. You shall never build here.
Mrs. Shattuck, let me go to Brother William!
Let me go!
Mother! No, wait! Mother!
William!
There she is! Stop her!
Oh, William.
Grab the witch!
You, get down, you dog.
Do not fight back, Brothers!
Mary!
Mother!
Mary!
- Hold still. Hold her arms back. - No!
Take your filthy hands off my sister!
William!
Mary! Mary!
Stop!
No!
Oh, please have mercy.
No! No! No!
God, please!
Please.
She is not a she at all! Her sex must be examined.
Tear off her skirts!
What is she? What is she?
A eunuch, I reckon.
There's no phallus.
Did you cut it off, witch?
I forgive you for your sins, and I will pray for your souls.
Pray for them, Mary!
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do!
She has all the right parts, but she is not a woman.
Rank, she is. It is. Whatever you are.
What is that?
I hear clans gathering,
coming in numbers and carrying rifles.
Come now. Leave her.
Make haste.
No!
Brother! Wake up.
Brother James!
No!
William. Brother James.
Wake up!
My God.
Mary!
Mary! No!
No!
God!
Rest, William.
♪ Down to the deep ♪
♪ And rolling river of Jordan ♪
♪ I will go ♪
♪ I will be baptized again ♪
♪ I will not stand alone ♪
♪ Gospel parents, Can you bless me? ♪
♪ Will you breathe for me One prayer? ♪
♪ Holy angels Guide my spirit ♪
♪ Keep me ever in thy care ♪
Mother.
Sister Mary.
How beautiful this tree is now.
Hm?
But some of the apples will soon fall off.
Some of them will hold on longer.
Some of them will hold on till they are half grown
and then fall off.
Some will get ripe.
And so it is with souls who set out in the way of God.
Many will set out very fair, and then soon fall away.
Some will go further, and then fall off.
And some will go further still, and then fall.
And some will go through.
Mother, I have the most wonderful news.
General Cornwallis was surrounded
and forced to surrender the British position at Yorktown
to the American, George Washington.
It's perhaps occurred a long while ago,
but news has reached us only now.
See, this is why the seasons
have been so peaceful here at Niskayuna.
Oh, thanks be to God.
All tyrannical and oppressive governments
shall be overthrown and destroyed.
And mankind enjoy just and equal rights
in all matters civil and religious.
Let me help you back to your chair.
- Sister. - Hm?
You must take great care of God's earth.
Cultivate the land,
yield her increase,
develop her beauty.
This must be done in the spirit of God.
The earth yields most to those who love it.
Yes, Mother.
Sister, has Brother William settled in?
He's not come yet today to visit me.
Brother William departed this earth last winter, Mother.
Ah yes,
that's right.
Sister, I was confounded because...
just moments ago...
I saw my Brother William
coming in on a glorious chariot to take me home.
At the age of 48,
Ann Lee was at last reunited
with her four earthly children.
♪ O the beautiful treasures ♪
♪ Laid up for the wise ♪
♪ How precious the values ♪
♪ How glorious the prize ♪
♪ Far brighter than diamonds ♪
♪ On princes' brow ♪
♪ And richer than royalty ♪
♪ Can bestow ♪
♪ O the beautiful treasures ♪
♪ Laid up for the wise ♪
♪ How precious the values ♪
♪ How glorious the prize ♪
♪ Far brighter than diamonds ♪
♪ On princes' brow ♪
♪ And richer than royalty ♪
♪ Can bestow ♪
♪ It's the Beautiful treasures ♪
♪ Beautiful treasures ♪
♪ Far brighter than diamonds ♪
♪ On princes' brow ♪
♪ And richer than royalty ♪
♪ Can bestow ♪
♪ Far brighter than diamonds ♪
♪ On princes' brow ♪
♪ And richer than royalty ♪
♪ Can bestow ♪
A place for everything and everything in its place.
♪ Sing the song ♪
♪ Of our revelation ♪
♪ Save me far away ♪
♪ Find a tone And a mother's home ♪
♪ I'm taking off today ♪
♪ Sing the song Of our own salvation ♪
♪ Mary rings the bell ♪
♪ You and I are Our own elation ♪
♪ The story has to tell ♪
♪ And I have My brother's love ♪
♪ And for me, That's but enough ♪
♪ And the footsteps On the floor ♪
♪ We can dance forevermore ♪
♪ I'm a woman clothed ♪
♪ I'm a woman ♪
♪ Clothed ♪
♪ I'm a woman clothed By the sun ♪
♪ All the sinning And old temptations ♪
♪ Carried us astray ♪
♪ Love is cruel And yeah, I was fooled ♪
♪ I shake it all away ♪
♪ And I have My brother's love ♪
♪ And for me That's but enough ♪
♪ And the footsteps On the floor ♪
♪ We can dance forevermore ♪
♪ I'm a woman clothed ♪
♪ By the sun ♪
♪ The moon under my feet ♪
♪ And the stars up above ♪
♪ I'm carried off By Heaven's beat ♪
♪ Like no one ever was ♪
♪ I'm a woman clothed ♪
♪ I'm a woman clothed By the sun ♪
♪ Ah, by the sun ♪
* By the sun ♪