There is a woman who weaves the night sky, See her spin, watch her fingers fly. She is within us beginning to end, Our grandmother, our sister, our friend. She is the weaver and we are the web, She is the needle and we are the thread. .
There is a woman who weaves the night sky, See her spin, watch her fingers fly. She is within us beginning to end, Our grandmother, our sister, our friend. She is the weaver and we are the web, She is the needle and we are the thread. .