[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Dawson[00:01.000] 作曲 : Richard Dawson[00:52.053]I steep the wool in a cauldron[01:00.082]Of pummelled gall-nuts afloat in urine[01:08.613]Add river-water thrice-boiled with a bloodstone[01:16.392]Then let it breathe[01:18.649]Under the beams[01:20.907]While I prepare the lichen[01:25.925]Half a fist of wizardbeard and rock-tripe[01:30.192]Yields a dye enough the whole town to paint[01:34.958]Lavenders an echo of the beeswing[01:39.229]Dazzling foxgloves ashake in the salty wind[01:47.009]It looks like a thundercloud[01:51.526]Suspended from the gables[01:54.941]High above the bobbing heads[01:58.204]Which now and then look up to see what's dripping on them[02:04.110]So we begin[02:06.117]Feeding it in[02:08.125]Combing through the fibres gently[02:10.489]Searching for a yarn to spin[02:38.608]My lady takes a nasty tumble[02:46.890]Down the crumbled steps of the merchants guild[02:55.924]Precipitating the early onset of labour[03:04.341]There is a crab[03:07.353]Caught in her hair[03:09.862]Stretchering through the market[03:16.883]Fearful are the bellows to behold[03:21.903]Even with the spindle firmly clenched between her teeth[03:26.168]With a snap the baby's head emerges[03:30.432]Onto the sodden eiderdown bedpages[03:38.462]Even though the new born child[03:42.979]Is not my kin[03:44.986]And still lies dangling by a string[03:48.247]I ken the rising mystery of love[03:52.762]My very ancient friend