Leave your past behind you now
The universe will show you how
Weave a new life

I can now believe in myself
it took so long
Sometimes I wish I could understand the past
I can now believe, I can now believe

Weave a new life
Weave a new life
Weave a new life
Weave a new life

Listen to  your heart
it will never let  you down
Follow, follow your voice

Listen to your heart
Listen to your heart
Listen to your heart
Listen to your heart

It's time now to make a choice
listen to your heart
Follow, follow your voice
Weave a new life

Weave a new life
Weave a new life
Weave a new life
Weave a new life

Leave your past behind
weave a new life
I can now believe in myself,
I can now believe in myself
Weave a new life,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Thread. Pierce. Weave.
Her leathered fingers pulling it though from one single taut line, until it forms a flowing tapestry of a quilt.
She forgets. The mail. The laundry. The casserole that burned her house down.
The threads are her memories that have been lost. Each one a moment, a place, a person.
She forgets. Their names.
These threads are the last she will weave.
Family acts as thread. The quilt that catches her as she falls farther from herself into an image as faded as the last photo of her husband.
Thread. Pierce. Weave. Thread Pierce Weave.
She forgets. The quilt.
The daughter finds it, and sees a half spelled out name.
She forgets. Her name.
The daughter brings her mother her memories.
The daughter helps guiding her mother’s hand.
Thread. Pierce. Weave. Thread. Pierce. Weave. Thread. Pierce. Weave.
Threads become patches, patches from the cloth.
Thread. Pierce. Weave. Thread. Pierce. Weave.
Mother and daughter weave together an inheritance.
The quilt is finished, a single name. She utters the name she has been trying to find.
She remembers. Her Grandson.

Will you weave me a basket of willow she asked
Or one made with Hazel so strong, firm and fast
Would you make it with love and with skill and with care
Would you weave a strong basket for your lady fair

I will weave you a basket of willow she smiled
And another of hazel from great forests wild
I will weave them with love and I'll weave them with care
As I weave I will dream I weave gold in your hair

Will you help me to fill them she asked smiling back
And then carry them for me on the homeward track
Yes I'll fill them with fruit and I'll fill them with love
From the field and the garden and trees up above

I will carry your baskets for all I am worth
I would carry you through to the ends of the earth
I'll weave for us alone with my heart and my soul
When we're woven together then we will be whole