The Weaving Made Lyrics

THE WEAVING MADE
~ Lisa Theriot
(English)
I’m weaving a basket to carry the gathering in.
I’m weaving a crown for my lover when Harvest begins.
I’m weaving the patterns of red and of gold,
the Hunter’s Moon rises, the season grows old…
I’m weaving a basket to carry the gathering in.
I’m weaving a cloak for in winter my love to keep warm
to rule over deep frozen river and ice driven storm,
and I’ll weave another to wrap myself in
to sleep while I may until life comes again.
I’m weaving a cloak for in winter my love to keep warm.
I’m weaving a shirt for my lover to wear in the spring,
to ride in the moonlight when stars at the whipper will sing;

and I’ll weave a gown that will flow when I run,
to dance on the mountains and welcome the sun.
I’m weaving a shirt for the lover the season will bring.
I’m weaving a rug made of heather and roses and dew
to lay at the feet of my love when each day glimmers new.
We’ll labour together and rest in the shade,
for only by each can the weaving be made.
I’m weaving in haste for the hours of summer are few.
I’m weaving a road we can travel, my lover and I.
I’m weaving with white of the moon and blue of the sky.
The season’s my warp threads and time as my weft.
my spirit is willing, my fingers are deft…
The weaving is made by my love and my lover.
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