Weaver Song (Holly Ann) Judy Collins

[Verse 1]
She is a weaver
Through her hands the bright thread travels
Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars
She sings and sighs as the shuttle flies
Through the yarn like a Kerry dancer
Pink and purple velvet red for a lover's bed

[Chorus]
Living north of San Francisco
With a man who built his house alone
She said it's peaceful in the country
The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home

[Verse 2]
She is a spinner
In her hands the wooden wheel turns the wool around
And then around again
A gypsy from Bolinas
Sits and plays the mandolin
Faces smile in the firelight of a foggy night

[Chorus]
Living north of San Francisco
Sometimes it's nice to be alone
She says it's peaceful where she's living
The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home