Letra de Watching The Bobbins - Camel

Watching the bobbins,
Go up and down.
Fine irish linen
For a ladies gown.
One shirt a penny,
Seven in a tag;
Ten hours a day
And her heart begins to drag.
This never ending cycle goes on.
But she promised she would never stay...
For long.
Rocking the treadle,
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Ache in her soul.
She keeps the rhythm
And it takes a toll.
Threading the needle,
Strains in her eyes.
Old withered fingers
Steal her young girl's pride
She's saving every penny she earns,
Because the passion for her freedom
Still burns.