She's weaving
him a pillow full of dreams
Soft winter wool and summer fleas
The colors of the berries that
grow among the hills
Strands of cloudy gray and
deep blue indigo
And she sits beside the open
door in the evening sun
Combs the carded wool in her lash,
her long hair all undone
Talking to the one she loves as
she weaves the henspun yarn.
Like a web around her there to
keep her safe from harm.
She dances in his heart like a feather
So fine the threads that bind the
souls together
She's weaving him a
pillow for his head
Sometimes the strongest love hangs by
such a slender thread
He always loved to sing those
country songs
About his mountain home
and love gone wrong
That one about an old friend ridin'
with the highway signs
But his favorites were the ones he
could play between the lines
He would sit on her porch
in the evening light
With his guitar in his hands,
singing to the night
Weaving pictures in her mind,
with every single word
But the songs he wrote for her
were the only ones she heard.
She had his drifter's
heart on a tether.
So fine the threads that bound
these souls together.
She'd love to hear him sing,
that's what she said.
Sometimes the strongest love hangs by such a slender thread.
him lyin' there with
broken bones
And a child's smile on a man full grown
If he'd gone just another inch,
by now he would be dead.
At times a life can hang by
such a slender thread.
He can only thank his stars
for another day
And then he has to choose to
live another way
He can't ask her how,
this time she's already said
That fine line that you walk is
just a slender thread
She knows his heart can
be as tough as leather
So strong the threads
that bind these souls
together
But still he counts the scars
inside his head
Sometimes the strongest love hangs
by such a slender thread
She's weaving him a pillow for
his head
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