new song lyrics
I seem to be very into taking a bunch of fairytales with a theme in common and smushing them together lately. Today is fabric.
The Spinster’s Tale
I’m unweaving the warp of my dowry
To knit up a sweater for swans
And I’ll spin all my straw into low carat gold
Just to buy one more night in your arms
I’ll be watching you sleep when the ministers sound the alarms
Chorus:
Ring out, ring ou-ou-ou-ou-out,
A clangor of bells in the dark
Sing out, sing ou-ou-ou-ou-out,
Wild swans in full cry o’er the park
You can prick me with your spindle
But I still refuse to sleep
You’ve mistaken the dream for the thing again
And I’m nothing that you’d care to keep
[Chorus]
You’re not wrong, there’s a magic in weaving
and spinning, in knitting and twining of braids
But its hearth magic for hearth people
The kind who stayed
[Chorus]
And it’s too late, too la-ay-ay-ay-ay-ate,
It was too late from the start
For the shape the magic gives you
Is the shape that is your heart
[Chorus]
I can drape her in satin and samite
I can gird it with silver and gold
And she might take your name,
but she’ll never be tame
And she’ll never stay here to grow old
[Chorus]
One day you will wake in your featherbed
And find yourself alone
A plume on the pillow so mutely announces
Your bride has flown
And she won’t come home
Trust a yarn witch who once tried
A binding of her own
[Chorus]
For clothes don’t really make the man, the swan, the dwarf, the king
And there are no clothes can hold her when her game begins to sing
Just as there was ne’er a falconer’s knot that a brave and brawny lord
Could not cut him free with a ringing strike
Of his sharp and silver sword
[Chorus]
As I once wove the sheets for your bridal bed
As soft and white as down
To wave your lady’s maiden blood
Like a banner to the town
When she goes, I will curtain your chamber
With silks so thick and dark
That you cannot see, nor hear the cries
Of swans above the park
[Chorus]
The Spinster’s Tale
I’m unweaving the warp of my dowry
To knit up a sweater for swans
And I’ll spin all my straw into low carat gold
Just to buy one more night in your arms
I’ll be watching you sleep when the ministers sound the alarms
Chorus:
Ring out, ring ou-ou-ou-ou-out,
A clangor of bells in the dark
Sing out, sing ou-ou-ou-ou-out,
Wild swans in full cry o’er the park
You can prick me with your spindle
But I still refuse to sleep
You’ve mistaken the dream for the thing again
And I’m nothing that you’d care to keep
[Chorus]
You’re not wrong, there’s a magic in weaving
and spinning, in knitting and twining of braids
But its hearth magic for hearth people
The kind who stayed
[Chorus]
And it’s too late, too la-ay-ay-ay-ay-ate,
It was too late from the start
For the shape the magic gives you
Is the shape that is your heart
[Chorus]
I can drape her in satin and samite
I can gird it with silver and gold
And she might take your name,
but she’ll never be tame
And she’ll never stay here to grow old
[Chorus]
One day you will wake in your featherbed
And find yourself alone
A plume on the pillow so mutely announces
Your bride has flown
And she won’t come home
Trust a yarn witch who once tried
A binding of her own
[Chorus]
For clothes don’t really make the man, the swan, the dwarf, the king
And there are no clothes can hold her when her game begins to sing
Just as there was ne’er a falconer’s knot that a brave and brawny lord
Could not cut him free with a ringing strike
Of his sharp and silver sword
[Chorus]
As I once wove the sheets for your bridal bed
As soft and white as down
To wave your lady’s maiden blood
Like a banner to the town
When she goes, I will curtain your chamber
With silks so thick and dark
That you cannot see, nor hear the cries
Of swans above the park
[Chorus]