Watching the bobbins Go up and down Fine Irish linen For a ladies gown
One shirt a penny Seven in a tag Ten hours a day And her heart begins to drag
This never ending cycle Goes on But she promised she would never stay For long
Rocking the treadle Ache in her soul She keeps the rhythm And it takes a toll
Threading the needle Strains in her eyes Old withered fingers Steal her young girl's pride
She's saving every penny She earns Because the passion for her freedom Still burnsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
