The Weaver's Answer Lyrics
| Song | The Weaver's Answer |
| Artist | Family |
| Album | Family Entertainment |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chapman, Whitney | |
| J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
| Weaver of life let me look and see | |
| The pattern of my life gone by | |
| Shown on your tapestry. | |
| Just for one second one glance upon your loom | |
| The flower of my childhood could appear within this room | |
| Does it of my youth show tears of yesterday | |
| Broken hearts within a heart as love first comes my way | |
| Did the lifeline patterns change as I became a man | |
| An added aura untold blends as I asked for her hand | |
| Did your golden needle sow its thread virginal white | |
| As lovers we embraced as one upon our wedding night | |
| Did you capture all the joys, the birth of our first son | |
| The happiness of family made a brother for the one | |
| The growing of the brother the manliness that grew | |
| Is it there in detail is it there to view | |
| Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed | |
| To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led. | |
| Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest | |
| My sorrow blacking out a space upon your woven crest | |
| A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain | |
| Ash to ashes, dust to dust one day we will regain | |
| Does it show the visits when grandchildren on my knee | |
| But only hearing laughter when age took sight from me | |
| Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe | |
| Does by sight a shooting star fade from your tapesrty | |
| But wait there in the distance your loom I think I see | |
| Could it be that after all my prayers you've answered me | |
| After days of wondering I see the reason why | |
| You've kept it to this minute for I'm about to die. | |
| Weaver of life at last now I can see | |
| The pattern of my life gone by upon your tapestry. |
| zuo ci : Chapman, Whitney | |
| J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
| Weaver of life let me look and see | |
| The pattern of my life gone by | |
| Shown on your tapestry. | |
| Just for one second one glance upon your loom | |
| The flower of my childhood could appear within this room | |
| Does it of my youth show tears of yesterday | |
| Broken hearts within a heart as love first comes my way | |
| Did the lifeline patterns change as I became a man | |
| An added aura untold blends as I asked for her hand | |
| Did your golden needle sow its thread virginal white | |
| As lovers we embraced as one upon our wedding night | |
| Did you capture all the joys, the birth of our first son | |
| The happiness of family made a brother for the one | |
| The growing of the brother the manliness that grew | |
| Is it there in detail is it there to view | |
| Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed | |
| To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they' ve led. | |
| Are my lover' s threads cut off when aged she laid to rest | |
| My sorrow blacking out a space upon your woven crest | |
| A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain | |
| Ash to ashes, dust to dust one day we will regain | |
| Does it show the visits when grandchildren on my knee | |
| But only hearing laughter when age took sight from me | |
| Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe | |
| Does by sight a shooting star fade from your tapesrty | |
| But wait there in the distance your loom I think I see | |
| Could it be that after all my prayers you' ve answered me | |
| After days of wondering I see the reason why | |
| You' ve kept it to this minute for I' m about to die. | |
| Weaver of life at last now I can see | |
| The pattern of my life gone by upon your tapestry. |
| zuò cí : Chapman, Whitney | |
| J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
| Weaver of life let me look and see | |
| The pattern of my life gone by | |
| Shown on your tapestry. | |
| Just for one second one glance upon your loom | |
| The flower of my childhood could appear within this room | |
| Does it of my youth show tears of yesterday | |
| Broken hearts within a heart as love first comes my way | |
| Did the lifeline patterns change as I became a man | |
| An added aura untold blends as I asked for her hand | |
| Did your golden needle sow its thread virginal white | |
| As lovers we embraced as one upon our wedding night | |
| Did you capture all the joys, the birth of our first son | |
| The happiness of family made a brother for the one | |
| The growing of the brother the manliness that grew | |
| Is it there in detail is it there to view | |
| Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed | |
| To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they' ve led. | |
| Are my lover' s threads cut off when aged she laid to rest | |
| My sorrow blacking out a space upon your woven crest | |
| A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain | |
| Ash to ashes, dust to dust one day we will regain | |
| Does it show the visits when grandchildren on my knee | |
| But only hearing laughter when age took sight from me | |
| Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe | |
| Does by sight a shooting star fade from your tapesrty | |
| But wait there in the distance your loom I think I see | |
| Could it be that after all my prayers you' ve answered me | |
| After days of wondering I see the reason why | |
| You' ve kept it to this minute for I' m about to die. | |
| Weaver of life at last now I can see | |
| The pattern of my life gone by upon your tapestry. |
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