I'll spread my sail of silver
And loose my rope of silk
My golden thread, yellow red
Pried from sand and silt

It can't be sold, this thread of gold
It belongs to womankind
So I weave it in and turn it out
This burnished silk of mine

In the shearing winds of winter
When the sea is far too cold
I'll fix a searing summer
Into these woven folds

The scholar writes the soldier's story
But I tell mine in cloth
This the way my mother taught me
Gold as the dusted moth

We the ones that time forgot
That the rest neglect but I cannot
For until I am undone

I'll spin saltwater into Sun
Until the time I am undone
I'll spin saltwater into Sun

You'll learn this ancient alchemy
That binds these fragile strands
When you learn to walk with steady feet
And work with patient hands