The Knot

Need comes knocking at my front door Seeking shelter and nothing more I start the kettle, and he settles in Stretched on a cot of coarse sheepskin Clothes and shelter, and bed for to sleep But supper would be too much for me For each hand that has offered to hold Take what you need and repay tenfold Well, these potatoes come from my field It is no trouble; we reaped a fine yield How can you say that supper's too much? I never heard anyone talk such! I'll help you harvest, and break with you for tea But supper would be too much for me! I pray that God will smile as gently Though I have rejected his plenty Fortune fleeting, and love seldom fair I met a woman (Does not matter where) She sang to me softly the song of a friend And gave me a rope with a knot tied in The tangle was heavy and frayed through and through I worked until blistered but could not undo (How she had managed so mangled a strand Something I hope to soon understand) I drank deeply of her company But supper would be too much for me Woe to the wonder keeps filling my cup So full of dreams, I'll never wake up