by Jeff Burton and Carrie Newcomer

Genre: Folk


When the kids are all in bed
And the dishes put away
Even now I count the stitches
And mend what starts to fray

What unravels round the edges
Where there’s danger it might tear
To hold it all together
Will take some daily care

My hands when I am sewing
Look so like my mother’s hands
For me she wanted better
But I’m sure she’d understand

I am whole, I am here
Something holy, is always near

One more circle round the sun
One more repair has been made right
I’ll sit a little longer
In the quiet of the night.

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