The Weaver’s Dream

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The Weaver’s Dream
recorded on What She Say (2026)

The cold wind blows a whitened powder over fields of woven power
And as you make your way you fall under
The Weaver’s Dream
The Weaver has a dream.

If you feel you’re hanging by a thread ~ don’t let go
And all is not as it seams,
You’ll find you’re on the bleeding edge ~ the very image of
The Weaver’s Dream.

And you keep on riding ~ night and day
And you keep on striving ~ trying to find the way
And you keep on driving ~ until you’ve passed away
Ooh! And The Weaver watches each hour ~ o0h hour after hour.

And there upon the stone The Weaver falls asleep
Whispering age, a long lost Sun, and pointing at your feet
The spinning wheel is upon your heels where minds join hands and fly
And you fly.

And you keep on riding ~ night and day
And you keep on driving ~ trying to find the way
And you keep on striving ~ until you’ve passed away
Ooh and The Weaver watches each hour ~ high up in the tower.

Ain’t it funny how The Weaver’s loom is not much louder
When you’re there up on the tower.