[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Dawson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Richard Dawson
[00:52.053]I steep the wool in a cauldron
[01:00.082]Of pummelled gall-nuts afloat in urine
[01:08.613]Add river-water thrice-boiled with a bloodstone
[01:16.392]Then let it breathe
[01:18.649]Under the beams
[01:20.907]While I prepare the lichen
[01:25.925]Half a fist of wizardbeard and rock-tripe
[01:30.192]Yields a dye enough the whole town to paint
[01:34.958]Lavenders an echo of the beeswing
[01:39.229]Dazzling foxgloves ashake in the salty wind
[01:47.009]It looks like a thundercloud
[01:51.526]Suspended from the gables
[01:54.941]High above the bobbing heads
[01:58.204]Which now and then look up to see what's dripping on them
[02:04.110]So we begin
[02:06.117]Feeding it in
[02:08.125]Combing through the fibres gently
[02:10.489]Searching for a yarn to spin
[02:38.608]My lady takes a nasty tumble
[02:46.890]Down the crumbled steps of the merchants guild
[02:55.924]Precipitating the early onset of labour
[03:04.341]There is a crab
[03:07.353]Caught in her hair
[03:09.862]Stretchering through the market
[03:16.883]Fearful are the bellows to behold
[03:21.903]Even with the spindle firmly clenched between her teeth
[03:26.168]With a snap the baby's head emerges
[03:30.432]Onto the sodden eiderdown bedpages
[03:38.462]Even though the new born child
[03:42.979]Is not my kin
[03:44.986]And still lies dangling by a string
[03:48.247]I ken the rising mystery of love
[03:52.762]My very ancient friend