The Web

Spider spin your web, spider spin your web,

Whilst the world’s asleep, in the forest deep

spin silken threads while the  tides flow and ebb.

Weave your delicate snare, weave your delicate snare

While the foxes prowl and the tawny owl transfixes his prey with a stare.

Lace your sticky thread, lace your sticky thread

And in the light of morn dewy pearls adorn the captured and the dead, the captured and the dead.

Spider spin your web, spin your web, spider spin your web.

Such beauty masks your lethal task

Shining like the moon, your silver, silk cocoon. Weave your delicate snare

Weave your delicate snare, within your bow’r, twixt leaf and flow’r

With silk no thicker than a hair .

Lace your silver thread , lace your silver thread.

 in the light of the morn dewy pearls will adorn the captured, the dying and the dead, the captured, the dying and the dead.