Stitch of the World

The thread of the world is making the sheet
 From the word to the deed and the tree to the leaf
 From the high overlook to the mountainside
 Tying up to a star in the skirt of the sky
 Empty your pockets of stones
 That light hearted you may go
 For you must go with the stitch of the world
 Into the stitch of the world
 White is the quick of the loom and the pin
 Red is the mark where the needle comes in
 As it weaves through your heart, try not to be scared
 Like a bird on a string in the blanket of air
 Empty your pockets of stones
 That light hearted you may go
 With the stitch of the world
 Into the stitch of the world
 Shape to a shadow, shadow to a dream
 Where the mouth of the river is joined in a seam
 To the wind and the waves pulling into a crease
 At the strands of the bank, sewing into your feet
 Empty your pockets of stones
 That light hearted you may go
 With the stitch of the world
 Into the stitch of the world