WEAVER BIRD
(Bob Coltman)

Weave, weave, the weaver bird
Weave, weave and spin
Weave till my love comes home
Then stop and sing

Woman, old woman, wandering in the plain,
Alexander found her, riding in the rain,
Little rag moppet she clutched in her hand,
Singing a strange song, hard to understand

Woman, old woman, you seem very weak,
The Keys of Paradise is what I seek
Woman old woman, I've searched very far,
Do you know someone who knows where they are?

Young master, I know them, they're right around here,
I'll lead you to them, without any fear,
She jumped on his saddle, and they rode along,
The old woman singing her funny old song

They came to a place where the road it ran dark
Here they lie buried, old woman remarked
She bared her old teeth and she pulled out her knife
And in half a minute took poor Alec's life

The keys were within you, my frivolous boy
Now you have used them, so may you enjoy
All Keys of Paradise lock up your breath,
And the door that they open leads only to Death

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