A spinner of dreams I am
What a tangled web I weave
Both Night and day
My web is made of colours grey

Oh what a dream I can spin
One for me and one for you
Under the Moon's shimmering rays
And under morning's misty haze

Oh you would love the dreams I can spin
If only you could see beyond the simple world
That this world is an enchanted one full of delight
Whether it be day or whether it be Night

I sit alone on my chair in a huge tower
Spinning those dreams and weaving upon my tangled web
A spinner of dreams I am
Oh what a tangled web I weave

*~Marian~