Seamstress’ Song

A clock ticks chimes and needle thread
Bobs and weaves in time uncreated
Every stitch and seam sewn with care
Loose ends cut and smooth cloth laid bare
Mouse in the corner watches on
Listen, weaver sings her song

Fiddle-y die, fiddle-y day
When will the sun come out to play
Fiddle-y lie, fiddle-a song
Night has lasted far too long
Sky, I will stitch a sun for you
So you won’t be quite so blue
Let all the pretty flow’rs awake
So a fragrant crown I can make
Fiddle-y day, fiddle-y night
On the stars I wish I might
Fiddle-y hey, fiddle-y ho
Up to Heaven someday go


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