Thieves' Kitchen - The Weaver lyrics

Unravelled in the sleepless city So shy we drank the frozen beer till Our frozen hearts unwound There I found you You held me in the arboretum Beneath the spread of silver birches My pattern changed in hue One and two Each summer in the sacred circle The spindle, shuttle and the needle Worked gold and mauve and green For you and me Wyrd weaves in many colours Threading up her heddle, tirra lirra Darkly and still in shadow Blind until tomorrow, tirra lirra The cloth is woven like the river The stories are the same as ever The name is all that's new The wheel spins true Wyrd only knows the pattern Blind until tomorrow, tirra lirra Wyrd weaves the tales of ages Beating with the batten, tirra lirra Ancient and eternal, tirra lirra