Words and Music by Dennis Livingston Time to work, mustn't shirk, all of us together. Bring the loom, fetch the broom, welcome in the day. Much to do, never through, not like lifting feathers. Books to keep, feed the sheep, products to display. To begin, first we spin, fibers into long thread. Flax and wool, barrels full, silk and linen too. Dye the thread, blue and red, stop to eat some rye bread. Spool the stuff, that's enough, ready for hot stew? Warp and weft, right and left, crossing threads together. Making cloth, kill that moth, many diff'rent styles. Muslin white, denim tight, fabric for all weather. Fine brocade, green as jade folded into piles. We make Persian rugs, tapestries for hanging, clever scenes that never bore. Fruits, birds, animals, unicorns and maidens, intricate designs and so much more. Time to work, mustn't shirk, all of us together. Bring the loom, fetch the broom, welcome in the day. Much to do, never through, not like lifting feathers. Books to keep, feed the sheep, products to display. We make Persian rugs, tapestries for hanging, clever scenes that never bore. Fruits, birds, animals, unicorns and maidens, intricate designs and so much more. To begin, first we spin fibers into long thread, flax and wool, barrels full, silk and linen too. Dye the thread, blue and red, stop to eat some rye bread, spool the stuff, that’s enough, ready for hot stew? Warp and weft, right and left, crossing threads together. Making cloth, kill that moth, many diff'rent styles. Muslin white, denim tight, fabric for all weather. Fine brocade, green as jade, folded into piles. Time to work, mustn't shirk, all of us together. Bring the loom, fetch the broom, welcome in the day. Welcome in the day.       © 1995 Hallmark Music Co.   Back to THE WEAVER AND THE SEA main page