My eight legs grow tired
Of pulling this thread
I am strong, but terrified
That I was wrong
You warned me of wind
Said a storm would do me in
I just kept on pulling and pulling and pulling
On my silk
You sat there as I kept spinning
For all those years
Took my hand, we danced between the dew drops
On every strand
Though you warned me of wind
Said a storm would do us in
There we were just pulling and pulling and pulling
On my silk
A storm came
With its driving rain
The web fell, it fell
My eight legs grow tired
Of pulling this thread
Still I pull, and though you've gone
It's all I know
There may still be wind
And a storm might do me in
I have to keep on pulling and pulling and pulling
On my silk