The deft, agile fingers in firelight flicker Skin laced in wrinkles that made needles sing There, love is concreted with quietened breathing Simple entwining of intimate string It's a beautiful thing At stockinged knees sitting I watching, her knitting Intent on her fixing my little hands' mess She's sure she can save it, even with hands shaking She had such a patience that I don't possess I was such a small pest
Let us sit so quietly In firelight I know you'd die for me How gentle can our violence be 'Tween finger and thumb I'm sorry I'm repetitive Don't mind I keep forgetting it So long as it's my thread, not the depths of your love
Two girls in their twenties, slowed down getting ready As one said, "Please help me, for it's cold tonight" In our undergarments, she passed me the scarf and Said, "I never learned how to cast off right" For a moment I swore that the light that I saw as She handed the wool with a smile in the gloom Was the firelight form from the glow I was taught in On grandmother's hands in the cottage sitting room Of course I'll cast off for you
Let us sit so quietly In firelight I hope you'd die for me How gentle can our violence be 'Tween finger and thumb I'm sorry I'm repetitive Don't mind you keep forgetting it So long as it's your thread, not the depths of my loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
