The Web We Weave For Love
Staring out of my window panes
at open fields and weather vanes
on my tractor seat, a woman's glove?
and I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Freshly tilled garden and the smell of dirt
Somewhere a farm girl that wants to flirt
and a pigeon soars or is it a dove?
and I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Tapping the glass makes a shepherd alert
and he's roaming around my field of dirt
only he knows what I'm dreaming of
and that I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Things I don't know, but one thing's for sure
a bed of roses I've grown for her
Outside a flag is waving above
and I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Through the window pane a windmill turns
and inside my heart a fire burns
Somewhere a girl that I'm dreaming of
and that I'm thinking about
the web we will weave for love
She and I will weave that web
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