Verse
Weaver's Answer Lyrics by Family
A - G# Fb G#
Weaver of life, let me look and see
C# - D#m Fm Cb
The pattern of my life gone by, Shown on your tapestry.
C#m Cb – C#m C#m Cb - C#m Cb C#m
Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
The flower of my childhood could have fit within this room
A - G# - Fb - G#
Does it of my youth, show tears of yesterday?
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
Broken hearts within a heart, as love first came my way.
C#m Cb – C#m C#m Cb C#m Cb C#m
Do the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blend,as I asked for her hand.
A - G# - Fb - G#
Did your golden needle sew it,thread virginial white
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
As long as we embrace as one, upon our wedding night.
C#m Cb C#m C#m Cb C#m Cb C#m
Did you capture all the joys, the birth of our first son?
The happiness of family made a brother for the one.
A - G# - Fb - G#
The growing of the brothers, the manliness that grew
A - G# - Fb - G#
is it there in detail? Is it there to view?
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
Do the sparks of life grow bright as, one by one they wed?
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led.
C#m Cb – C#m C#m Cb - C#m Cb C#m
Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow blacking out a space upon thou woven crest
A - G# - Fb - G#
A# gathering for the last time, as her coffin slowly lain
A - G# - Fb - G#
Ash to ashes, dust to dust, one day we will regain.
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
Does it show, does it swipe, grandchildren on my knee
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
Only hearing laughter,when age took my sight from me.
C#m Cb – C#m C#m Cb - C#m Cb C#m
Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe
Does it by sight a shooting star fade from your tapestry.
A - G# - Fb G#
Wait there in the distance, over your loom I think I see
A - G# - Fb - G#
Could it be that after all my prayers you've answered me?
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
After days of wonder-ing, I see the reason why.
C# - D#m Fm - Cb
You kept it to this minute, for, I'm about to die.
A - G# Fb G#
Weaver of life, let me look and see
C# - D#m Fm Cb
The pattern of my life gone by, Shown on your tapestry.