Song | Golden Thread |
Artist | Mary Black |
Album | The Holy Ground |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I looked into a mirror made of lines | |
With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine | |
A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find | |
The different parts, the fire, the air, | |
And where my life would climb: | |
And where it joins another, and what would always bind: | |
Chorus: | |
It's a golden thread to hold you all of my days, | |
Hold my head against you, now and for always, | |
Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time; | |
Makes you my life, makes you my life. | |
The moving finger writes and goes away; | |
I'm weighed upon a balance here | |
And i'm told that i can stay | |
The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says i'm not alone; | |
My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home. | |
And here it joins another, by what will always bind: | |
Chorus | |
An when you looked your angel flew away | |
And what it meant was your protection's gone another day | |
And what has come to change you, | |
And have you come what may | |
Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as april haze, | |
And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay. | |
Chorus (2) |
I looked into a mirror made of lines | |
With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine | |
A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find | |
The different parts, the fire, the air, | |
And where my life would climb: | |
And where it joins another, and what would always bind: | |
Chorus: | |
It' s a golden thread to hold you all of my days, | |
Hold my head against you, now and for always, | |
Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time | |
Makes you my life, makes you my life. | |
The moving finger writes and goes away | |
I' m weighed upon a balance here | |
And i' m told that i can stay | |
The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says i' m not alone | |
My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home. | |
And here it joins another, by what will always bind: | |
Chorus | |
An when you looked your angel flew away | |
And what it meant was your protection' s gone another day | |
And what has come to change you, | |
And have you come what may | |
Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as april haze, | |
And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay. | |
Chorus 2 |
I looked into a mirror made of lines | |
With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine | |
A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find | |
The different parts, the fire, the air, | |
And where my life would climb: | |
And where it joins another, and what would always bind: | |
Chorus: | |
It' s a golden thread to hold you all of my days, | |
Hold my head against you, now and for always, | |
Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time | |
Makes you my life, makes you my life. | |
The moving finger writes and goes away | |
I' m weighed upon a balance here | |
And i' m told that i can stay | |
The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says i' m not alone | |
My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home. | |
And here it joins another, by what will always bind: | |
Chorus | |
An when you looked your angel flew away | |
And what it meant was your protection' s gone another day | |
And what has come to change you, | |
And have you come what may | |
Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as april haze, | |
And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay. | |
Chorus 2 |