The Weaver at the City gates Places the wool inside her foldings Across the bridge at a spider's pace Eyes cast down at the moonlit skylines Can she make a dream at midnight? See the shapes of lives unfolding? Caught in motion, her fingers flying She casts the cloth and works the line Made from the aspects of all of our lives A song from understanding The warp and weft lay moment by moment Reveals the truth in a single twine, single twine She sees the old men lay their heads Young lovers, deeply sigh But the tapestry fades at the binding edge And still the shuttle flies In the wake of dreams at midnight Colours blur with lives colliding Unrelenting, her hands move on To cast the cloth and work the line Made from the aspects of all of our lives A song from understanding The warp and weft lay moment by moment Reveals the tale in a single twine, single twine Can she make a dream at midnight? See the shapes of lives unfolding? Caught in motion, her fingers flying She casts the cloth and works the line Made from the aspects of all of our lives A song from understanding The warp and weft lay moment by moment Reveals the tale in a single twine, single twine.