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(BMI) Slender Thread Words & Music by Kate Wolf Shes weaving him a pillow full of dreams Soft winter wool and summer fleece With the colors of the berries that grow among the hills Strands of cloudy gray and deep blue indigo And she sits beside the open door in the evening sun Combs the carded wool in her lap, her long hair all undone Talking to the one she loves, as she weaves the hand-spun yarn Like a web around her there to keep her safe from harm She dances in his heart like a feather So fine the threads that bind the souls together Shes weaving him a pillow for his head Sometimes the strongest love hangs by such a slender thread He always loved to sing those country songs About his mountain home and love gone wrong That one about an old friend riding with the highway signs But his favorites were the ones he could play between the lines He would sit on her porch in the evening light With his guitar in his hands singing to the night Weaving pictures in her mind with every single word But the songs he wrote for her were the only ones she heard She had his drifters heart on a tether So fine the thread that bound the souls together She loved to hear him sing thats what she said Sometimes the strongest love hangs by such a slender thread See him lying there with broken bones And a childs smile on a man full grown If hed gone just another inch by now he would be dead At times a life can hang by such a slender thread He can only thank his stars for another day And then he has to choose to live another way But he cant ask her how this time, shes already said That fine line that you walk is just a slender thread She knows his heart can be as tough as leather So strong the threads that bind the souls together But still he counts the scars inside his head Sometimes the strongest love hangs by such a slender thread Shes weaving him a pillow for his head 1984 Another Sundown Publishing Co