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The Weaver's Tale by Pipo87

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The Weaver's Tale

Folk

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Lyrics
Description
Underneath the harvest moon, where the old mills used to turn,
Grandma’s voice would fill the room, with stories that still burn,
Of rivers carved in ancient stone, and fields where wild daisies grow,
She’d speak of seeds and spirits sewn, in winds that softly blow,
A fiddle hums the evening song, a heartbeat from the past,
With every note it carries on, a legacy to last,
Oh, spin the tales, the Weaver’s thread, through mountain mists and riverbeds,
A dance of light, a fire bright, in every heart the folk ignite,
From whispered dreams to dawn’s first gleam, We’re bound by roots, by earth, by stream.
The Weaver’s tale, our ancient song, In every soul, it lives so strong.
Beneath the elm the children play, with laughter pure and free,
Their shadows stretch then fade away, like echoes of the sea,
The blacksmith’s hammer steady sure, keeps rhythm with the land,
A song of craft both deep and pure, shaped by calloused hands,
The heart’s warm glow invites the night, to share its sacred space,
Where voices blend and spirits light, in time and gentle grace,
Oh, spin the tales, the Weaver’s thread, through mountain mists and riverbeds,
A dance of light, a fire bright, in every heart the folk ignite,
From whispered dreams to dawn’s first gleam, We’re bound by roots, by earth, by stream.
The Weaver’s tale, our ancient song, In every soul, it lives so strong.
Instrumental
With dulcimer and mandolin, the melody weaves on,
Through valleys green and hills within, our heritage lives strong,
Each story told, a thread of gold, in tapestries of time,
A folk tale’s heart, a work of art, in every humble rhyme,
Oh, spin the tales, the Weaver’s thread, through mountain mists and riverbeds,
A dance of light, a fire bright, in every heart the folk ignite,
From whispered dreams to dawn’s first gleam, We’re bound by roots, by earth, by stream.
The Weaver’s tale, our ancient song, In every soul, it lives so strong.
So gather close and hear the call, a voice is old and new,
The Weaver’s tale will bind us all, beneath the sky so blue,
In every laugh and every sigh, the past and future meet,
A folk song’s life will never die, with every heart’s own beat.
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