Spinning

As Grandma sits beside her wheel,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning
(spinning)
I sometimes wonder how I'd feel,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning
(spinning)
The distaff with its snowy wool,
The spindle ever growing full
Of tiny thread, too frail to pull,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning.

As Grandma's foot goes up and down,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning
(spinning)
The treadle makes the wheel go 'round,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning
(spinning)
I marvel at the care she takes;
With skillful hand the thread she makes,
So fragile, yet it never breaks,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning.

So faithfully her hands I see,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning
(spinning)
One lesson she has taught to me,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning
(spinning)
No matter what the task begun,
Just do your best to get it done,
For if you try, reward will come,
Spinning
(spinning)
Spinning.