The thread of the world is making the sheet
From the word to the deed and the tree to the leaf
From the high overlook to the mountainside
Tying up to a star in the skirt of the sky
Empty your pockets of stones
That light hearted you may go
For you must go with the stitch of the world
Into the stitch of the world
White is the quick of the loom and the pin
Red is the mark where the needle comes in
As it weaves through your heart, try not to be scared
Like a bird on a string in the blanket of air
Empty your pockets of stones
That light hearted you may go
With the stitch of the world
Into the stitch of the world
Shape to a shadow, shadow to a dream
Where the mouth of the river is joined in a seam
To the wind and the waves pulling into a crease
At the strands of the bank, sewing into your feet
Empty your pockets of stones
That light hearted you may go
With the stitch of the world
Into the stitch of the world