Autumn Snow

We will sow, we will sow For to bring the autumn snow And our labor shall not Be for us in vain She will grow she will grow For to make their dresses flow Till she's seeded by the gin Till the mistress weaves again We will sow, we will sow And she will grow We will weave, we will weave Until the Master has his sleeves And for good measure We'll clasp his snaps 'fore dawn Never leave, never leave Until the unison's agreed That she is no longer rough Like the hands that reap her up We will weave, we will weave And never leave These blistered and These calloused hands Have done no work alone We formulate Then recreate The patterns that we've sown Foremost the gin Then fibers spin It's all we'll ever know For our forebears Have left us here To reap the autumn snow For to reap the autumn snow We will reap the autumn snow We will reap the autumn snow