Laying on the edge of the bed There’s a little life overhead I’m watching with detached interest If only for a moment I’m impressed
It’s just another day in the corner of my room It’s just another day I watch her spin her loom And though she has her faults She knows the spiders waltz Woe she never halts The spiders waltz
They say this little widow never wed Although the seamstress has a way with thread So she spends her life in silent solitude While her visitors are treated fairly rude
It’s just another day in the corner of my room It’s just another day I watch her spin her loon And though she has her faults She knows the spiders waltz Woe she never halts The spiders waltz