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The Golden Thread (Stellamara) · Golden Thread (Melissa Sweeney) · Passenger (Tara MacLean) · Passenger (Lisa Hannigan) · Another Passenger (Carly Simon) · Another Passenger (Carly Simon) · Passenger (Carly Binding) · The Passenger Live in U.S.A. (Iggy Pop) · The Glass Passenger [CD/DVD] (Jack's Mannequin) · Passenger (Iggy Pop) – and 90 other albums »


whole life is a tapestry and hanging in my home
And here it joins another by what will always bind

It's a golden thread to hold you all of my days
the bridges of the city
Hanging in the air by steel and stone
She says it's peaceful where she's living
The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
the bridges of the city
Hanging in the air by steel and stone
She says, it's peaceful where she's living
The lights of the golden gate will lead her home
You found your Golden Heart 

Then we swirled around each other and the thread was spun
to some Arcadian band
I would stop it from swinging like
someone

And the golden thread of nature of this is
Simply that we are a part of everything
That will ever exist.
To be loved is why we've come.
Every
I wish out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And I cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry with a thread

And when white
Summer child that sits by the water
Weaving sunlight threads in his hands
The golden river that day a shelter
A stream where he could make pebbles
You found your Golden Heart 

Then we swirled around each other and the thread was spun
to some Arcadian band
I would stop it from swinging like
and a golden ring
Oh with silver needles and with silver threads
The stars stitch a route for the dying sun

Black Wing o Black Wing take me down with you
Doe-a deer, a female deer
Ray-a drop of golden sun
Me-a name i call myself
Far-a long long way to run
Sew-a needle pulling thread
La-a note to follow
Doe-a deer, a female deer
Ray-a drop of golden sun
Me-a name i call myself
Far-a long long way to run
Sew-a needle pulling thread
La-a note to follow
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were
With silver thread and pretty golden needles
Weave through your life some love

Fancy cars
Nights at the bar
He wore the finest clothes
Fairweather
and washboard
Wooden tulips grow by the roadside
Made in a factory in Jonjoping
Fake glass baubles hang in the station
Just like the passenger's imitation
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were
the seams

Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
But tonight the cotton fields, they
Smell like calico
And the color
Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering
Doe-a deer, a female deer
Ray-a drop of golden sun
Me-a name i call myself
Far-a long long way to run
Sew-a needle pulling thread
La-a note to follow
There's Golden Moon Rise'n in the fields
Scarecrow highway, back roads
I'm lost on empty and hungry for a meal
And the taste of a day not wasted
Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti
[SPOKEN] Come, I'll make it easy for you. Listen:

[SUNG] Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name, I
Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti
[SPOKEN] Come, I'll make it easy for you. Listen:

[SUNG] Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name, I
( Words by W.B. Yeats, Music by Brian Miller )

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
I Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked
a drop of golden sun
Me, a name I call myself
Far, a long, long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow Sew
Tea, I drink with jam
Did the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blends as I asked for her hand
Did your golden needle sow its thread virginal
Under the burned out skies of dark December
Lonely visions passed me by
It was a voice I heard that whispered softly 
And carried me away