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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 and 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
- Album:
- Emerald
- In the Time of Gods
- My Better Self
- End Of The Summer
- Mortal City
- The Honesty Room
- All My Heroes Are Dead
- Miscellaneous
- The Beauty of the Rain
- Promised Land
- Born To The Breed A Tribute To Judy Collins
- Non-Album Releases
- Live at Bearsville Theater
- Many Great Companions
- Safe Haven (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- In the Time of Gods (Bonus Track Version)
- In The Time Of Gods (Commentary Version)
- BMG Visa, Volume 3
- Dar Sampler
- Acoustic Stage