Watching the Bobbins – Camel – letras

Latimer/HooverWatching the bobbins,go up and down.Fine Irish linenfor a ladies gown.One shirt a penny,seven in a tag;ten hours a dayand her heart begins to drag.This never ending cycle goes on.But she promised she would never stay…for long.Rocking the treadle,ache in her soul.She keeps the rhythmand it takes a toll.Threading the needle,strains in her eyes.Old withered fingerssteal her young girl’s prideShe’s saving every penny she earns,because the passion for her freedomstill burns.