The Spindle
She sits on thelanding
Spins thread with a spindle
Sings songs, my gran
Cries sometimes, my gran,
Loughs sometimes
On the landing
On the landing sitting, as if
As if she's spinning the world
Out of the mountains comes the wind
Who knows, why she cries
Who knows, why she laughs
What makes her heart suffer
What makes her heart glat
On the landing
On the landing sitting, as if
As if she's spinning the world