You're a Queer One, Julie Jordan

You’re a queer one
Julie Jordan
You are quieter and deeper than a well
And you never
Tell me nothing
There’s nothing that I care to choose to tell
You’ve been acting
Most peculiar
Every morning you’re awake ahead of me
Always sitting by the window
I like to watch the river meet the sea
When we work at the mill
Weaving at the loom
You gaze absentminded at the roof
And half the time your shuttle
Gets twisted in the threads
'Til your can’t tell the warp from woof
T’ain’t so
You’re a queer one
Julie Jordan
You won’t ever tell a body what you think
You’re as tight-lipped
As an oyster
And as silent as an old Sahara spink