The thread of the world is making the sheet From the word to the deed and the tree to the leaf From the high overlook to the mountainside Tying up to a star in the skirt of the sky Empty your pockets of stones That light hearted you may go For you must go with the stitch of the world Into the stitch of the world White is the quick of the loom and the pin Red is the mark where the needle comes in As it weaves through your heart, try not to be scared Like a bird on a string in the blanket of air Empty your pockets of stones That light hearted you may go With the stitch of the world Into the stitch of the world Shape to a shadow, shadow to a dream Where the mouth of the river is joined in a seam To the wind and the waves pulling into a crease At the strands of the bank, sewing into your feet Empty your pockets of stones That light hearted you may go With the stitch of the world Into the stitch of the world