The Spinner's Tale

Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like lace

Falling in shadows across your face

Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmony

Shadows now live where light used to be

A spinning where where our memories were spun

Weaving our way through the fabric of time

Winding the wheel back to where we had begun

Spinning away to when you once were mine

Here in my chamber waiting for the dawn

I turn away the curtains are drawn

Somewhere in time when the night began to fall

Just for a moment we had it all

A spinning where where our memories were spun

Weaving our way through the fabric of time

Winding the wheel back to where we had begun

Spinning away to when you once were mine

We choose our path never knowing right or wrong

Ribbons get tangled within the storm

Just like the widow was weaving her web

The spinner’s wheel holds tight to the thread