Judy Collins - Weaver Song (Holly Ann) lyrics

She is a weaver Through her hands the bright thread travels Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars She sings and sighs as the shuttle flies Through the yarn like a Kerry dancer Pink and purple velvet red for a lover's bed Living north of San Francisco With a man who build his house alone Living peaceful in the country The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home She is a spinner In her hands the wooden wheel turns the wool around The around again The gypsy from Bolinas sits and plays the mandolin Faces smile in the firelight of a foggy night Living north of San Francisco Sometimes it's nice to be alone She says it's peaceful where she is living The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home You can see the bridges of the city Hanging in the air by steel and stone She says it's peaceful where she's living The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home She is a weaver Through her hand the bright thread travels Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars She is my sister, the baby born when I was older Her hands are light, her hair is bright as the summer sun Living north of San Francisco Sometimes it's nice to be alone She says it's peaceful in the country The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home