Spinners

Never light from candles, you’ll kill sailors
Fishermen and merchant ships and wailers
You’ll force the winds to temper the waves
And wild horses drag them to their graves
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
Never light from candles, you’ll kill sailors
Their daughters' fathers' ocean is his jailor
Their words will wail the winds back to their holes
Like sycamore, their spinning love will fall
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say
So the spinners say