Spinning Wheel

Within the orchard lanes
We can make a lovely place
Beneath the clouds and trees
We can make a moonlight waltz
And praise the one who creates love
Spinning wheel
Spin me golden love
A flower covered wall
Reaches to the northern tower
Through the passageway
To a playhouse made of precious things
Of cinnamon, strawberry, silver things
Whisk me away
To a pretty day, a pretty thought
All that is dear
Cradle in my very breath
And praise the one who creates love