Lyrics knitting song - Paris Paloma

The deft, agile fingers
In firelight flickers
Skin laced in wrinkles that made needles sing
There, love is concreted
With quietened breathing
Simple entwining of intimate string
Its a beautiful thing
At stockinged knees sitting
I watching, her knitting
Intent on her fixing my little hands' mess
She's sure she can save it
Even with hands shaking
She had such a patience that I don't possess
I was such a small pest
Let us sit
So quietly
In firelight I know you'd die for me
How gentle can our violence be
'Tween finger and thumb
I'm sorry I'm repetitive
Don't mind I keep forgetting it
So long as its my thread, not the depths of your love
Two girls in their twenties
Slowed down getting ready
As one said "please help me
For its cold tonight"

In our undergarments
She passed me the scarf and
Said "I never learned how to cast off right"
For a moment I swore that
The light that I saw as
She handed the wool with a smile in the gloom

Was the firelight form
From the glow I was taught in
On grandmother's hands in the cottage sitting room
Of course I'll cast off for you
Let us sit so quietly
In firelight I hope you'd die for me
How gentle can our violence be
'Tween finger and thumb
I'm sorry I'm repetitive
Don't mind you keep forgetting it
So long as it's your thread, not the depths
Of my love