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She's weaving him a pillow full of dreams
Soft winter wool and summer fleece
With the colors of the berries that grow among the hills
Strands of cloudy gray and deep blue indigo
And she sits beside the open door in the evening sun
Combs the carded wool in her lap, her long hair all undone
Talking to the one she loves as she weaves the handspun yarn
Like a web around her there to keep her safe from harm
She dances in his heart like a feather
So fine the threads that bind the souls together
She's weaving him a pillow for his head
Sometimes the strongest love hangs by such a slender thread
He always loved to sing those country songs
About his mountain home and love gone wrong
That one about an old friend riding with the highway signs
But his favorites were the ones he could play between the lines
He would sit on her porch in the evening light
With his guitar in his hands singing to the night
Weaving pictures in her mind with every single word
For the songs he wrote for her were the only ones she heard
She had his drifter's heart on a tether
So fine the threads that bound these souls together
She loved to hear him sing, that's what she said
Sometimes the strongest love hangs by such a slender thread
See him lying there with broken bones
And a child's smile on a man full grown
If he'd gone just another inch by now he would be dead
At times a life can hang by such a slender thread
He can only thank his stars for another day
And then he has to choose to live another way
He can't ask her how this time, she's already said
That fine line that you walk is just a slender thread
She knows his heart can be as tough as leather
So strong the threads that bind these souls together
But still he counts the scars inside his head
Sometimes the strongest love hangs by such a slender thread
She's weaving him a pillow for his head