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