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Thread #45879   Message #678935
Posted By: catspaw49
29-Mar-02 - 02:08 PM
Thread Name: Sewing/Weaving songs
Subject: Lyr Add: WEAVER'S REVERIE (Bob Coltman)
But Kath my dear, I'm surprised you missed a real great one by Bob Coltman that Sandy has recorded a time or two, most notably by Barton and Para but my favorite rendition is on The Golden Ring Reunion available at Folk-Legacy. It was written from the diary/writings of an early weaver. Great starter list, but I had to rib you a bit Kathy!!(:<))

(Bob Coltman)

Where the weaver stands to work, she can scarcely see the sky
The songs of the sparrow can't be heard.
The golden sunlight out the dirty window shines;
She turns to her weaving without a word.
    Slap go the belts against the pulleys;
    Shuttles fly across the loom.
    There are hours to go, and they never go so slow
    As they go in the weaving room.

I think on nature as the hungry think on food;
Without it, I've solitary grown.
But in this restless place, every loom, every face,
Tell me, how can I ever be alone?

It could be worse; I suppose I might be
A dresser sizing the yarn.
So hot and so wet and the lint in the air
I'm sure that my lungs would come to harm.


Oh, yes, as jobs go, it is a very good job;
Few finer for a woman can be found.
But this cannot be the end for which womankind was made
'Twixt the cradle and the green, grassy mound.

I tire of the noise; there are too few joys.
I am drawn to the window and the sky.
But "Your looms are going without filling," says a voice,
And I run to change my shuttles on the fly.