Dominique:
Winding strands and withered streams
Across the spool, the spinner weaves
Corners bow as patterns dream
Across the spool, the spinner weaves

Winding strands and withered streams
Across the spool, the spinner weaves
Corners bow as patterns dream
Across the spool, the spinner weaves

Backs are bowed beneath the weight
Words are shards as years gyrate
Scrеam your dreams console your mate
Bow your back and clеar your slate

Winding strands and withered streams
Across the spool, the spinner weaves
Corners bow as patterns dream
Across the spool, the spinner weaves

Pack the album, pages turn
Memories fade, the match will burn
Read the pattern ever turns
Yarn that spins will never yearn
Winding strands and withered streams
Across the spool, the spinner weaves
Corners bow as patterns dream
Across the spool, the spinner weaves

Through the door, the years will sway
Discarded hours and long lost days
Youth is left beside the road
So on and on and on we go

Winding strands and withered streams
Across the spool, the spinner weaves
Corners bow as patterns dream
Across the spool, the spinner weaves

The phoenix burns in triumph flies
Till dies and lives but cries and cries
And bitter times for decades last
Until it leaves to walk to the path