Sound of the Looms

This was my life she said, this and my family Eight hours a day of hard work in good company It's just a job to you but whatever happened This place pulled me through All of the gossip the coffee and cigarettes Not much vacation time but I have no regrets When I walked through these doors I was more than a mother with children and chores And she's missing the sound of the looms Missing the feel of the weave in her hand Her children are grown and she's here on her own And she's missing the sound of the looms I get up early, a habit too hard to break Watching the sunrise my heart and my fingers ache Those years raced along just like the silk train Here and then gone And she's missing the sound of the looms Missing the feel of the weave in her hand Her children are grown and she's here on her own And she's missing the sound of the looms The end of another long day The hours turn slowly, more slowly Than the dust in the shafts of light And restless with memories I toss in the night Cause it's not just the job that you do It's the family and friends you helped and who helped you The lives we shared Woven together with work, love and care And she's missing the sound of the looms Missing the feel of the weave in her hand Her children are grown and she's here on her own And she's missing the sound of the looms Oh, oh, oh, oh, Missing the sound of the looms