Blackmore's Night The Spinner's Tale
Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like lace Falling in shadows across your face Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmony Shadows now live where light used to be
A spinning wheel where our memories were spun Weaving our way through the fabric of time Winding the wheel back to where we had begun Spinning away to when you once were mine
Here in my chamber waiting for the dawn I turn away the curtains are drawn Somewhere in time when the night began to fall Just for that moment we had it all
A spinning wheel where our memories were spun Weaving our way through the fabric of time Winding the wheel back to where we had begun Spinning away to when you once were mine
We choose our path never knowing right or wrong Ribbons get tangled within the storm Just like the widow was weaving her web The spinner's wheel holds tight to the thread
