I must admit that I have Never really tried it for myself But every time I see it done I cannot look away To let a mass of tufty fibers Spin itself into a cord Takes quiet in the hands, and mind, And heart, and corners of the day I've heard that linen can be Really tough to spin I hear that wool can work like magic Just as long as those who grew it Are still living when they're shorn That from the time that they are born It grows to knowingly protect them And that knowing goes when and where they do 'Cause the world is opening and closing She's a spider spinning webs To catch the consciousness To point back in her own direction And all the ways that she is quietly becoming That's the gift that keeps beginning And it wants to keep on going The ways of spinning and of weaving Are passed down through our relating And the care it takes t O make the things that clothe us Holds a magic that protects us Like the wool grows on the sheep There is a love within the fibers And our presence in the spinning keeps it strong Perhaps the same is true of speaking How this carnival of sounds This drunk debauchery language Can unite us 'neath the bone And the myriad of words Whispered or shouted to the world They're only ways we reassure ourselves We'll never be alone 'Cause we are opening and closing We a spiders spinning webs To catch the consciousness That's flying out in all directions And all the ways that we are quietly becoming That's the gift that keeps beginning And it wants to keep on going Hey-ay And so I'm winding up a spool Of all the best that I can do And I am taking it into the woods To leave beneath a tree Until this living life is done And all beginnings have begun I get to offer things For all the beauty Life has spun for me 'Cause we are opening and closing We a spiders spinning webs To catch the consciousness That's flying out in all directions And all the ways that we are quietly becoming That's the gift that keeps beginning And it wants to keep on going Hey