Blackmore's Night - The spinners tale

Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like ^Glace Falling in shadows across your^Am face Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmo^Gny Shadows now live where light used to^Am be

A spinning wheel where our memories were ^Gspun Weaving our way through the fabric of^Am time Winding the wheel back to where we had be^Ggun Spinning away to when you once were^Am mine

^AmHere in my chamber, waiting for the ^Gdawn I turn away, the curtains are^Am drawn Somewhere in time when the night began to ^Gfall Just for that moment we had it^Am all

A spinning wheel where our memories were ^Gspun Weaving our way through the fabric of^Am time Winding the wheel back to where we had be^Ggun Spinning away to when you once were^Am mine

^AmWe choose our path never knowing right or ^Gwrong Ribbons get tangled within the^Am storm Just like the widow was weaving her ^Gweb The spinner's wheel holds tight to the ^Amthread