| My love she takes a needle and a thread
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| With abox of cloth she keeps under the bed
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| And she makes a form where there was none
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| A house, a square, a star, a moon, a sun
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| She sews the world with love
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| We sleep beneath a comforter she made
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| From some old faded jeans of mine she saved
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| And it warms us on a winter night
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| And cheers us in the summer light because
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| She sews the world with love
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| And if she ever leaves me it’ll be her final rest
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| I’ll spend my days knowing that I have loved the best
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| And if I go before her and leave this world below
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| I leave my music for posterity
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| But my love will get my clothes
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| We made a child in the first part of the year
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| And on a singer’s pay we’ve had our share of fear
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| But we’ll wrap the the babe in swaddling clothes
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| With quilts and shirts and pants and hats she sews
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| She sews the world with love |