As Tecelãs
Banda Universos
The Weavers
From sheep to wool, from wool to thread
My spool won't stay empty, no dread
In the thread, the color, in color, the gaze
Goes straight to my loom in a daze
I sheared, spun, dyed, wove
Weaving threads until I fell in love
In the end, it turned out fine
A tunic for my valentine
From sheep to wool, from wool to thread
My spool won't stay empty, no dread
In the thread, the color, in color, the gaze
Goes straight to my loom in a daze
I sheared, spun, dyed, wove
Weaving threads until I fell in love
In the end, it turned out fine
A tunic for my valentine
From sheep to wool, from wool to thread
My spool won't stay empty, no dread
In the thread, the color, in color, the gaze
Goes straight to my loom in a daze
I sheared, spun, dyed, wove
Weaving threads until I fell in love
In the end, it turned out fine
A tunic for my valentine
From sheep to wool, from wool to thread
My spool won't stay empty, no dread
In the thread, the color, in color, the gaze
Goes straight to my loom in a daze
I sheared, spun, dyed, wove
Weaving threads until I fell in love
In the end, it turned out fine
A tunic for my valentine
From sheep to wool, from wool to thread
My spool won't stay empty, no dread
In the thread, the color, in color, the gaze
Goes straight to my loom in a daze
I sheared, spun, dyed, wove
Weaving threads until I fell in love
In the end, it turned out fine
A tunic for my valentine
From sheep to wool, from wool to thread
My spool won't stay empty, no dread
