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Alma Strettell - Spinning Song Lyrics

What didst thou mother when thou wert a maiden?

I was young

Didst thou, like me
Hark to the moon’s soft footfalls across the sky
Or didst thou watch the little star’s betrothals?

Thy father cometh home
Leave the door open

Down to the fountain, didst thou go and there thy wooden pitcher filled
Didst thou yet linger another hour
With the full pitcher by thee?

I was young

And did thy tears make glad thy countenance?
And didst thy sleep bring gladness to the night?
And didst thy dreams bring gladness to thy sleep?
And didst thou smile even by graves
Despitе thy pity, thy pity for the dead?

Thy father comеth home
Leave the door open
Lovedst thou strawberries and raspberries
Because they are as red as maiden’s lips?
Didst love the girdle for it’s many pearls
The river and the wood, because they lie so close
Behind the village?
Didst love the beating of the heart
There close beneath thy bodice
Even although t’were not thy Sunday bodice?

Thy father cometh home
Leave the door open