Oh, the happiest worker of all am I,As my wheel and my needle so merrily fly;With a spool full of thread and a heart full of song,I am ready and willing to work the day long.
Oh, faster and faster my glad wheel fliesWhen it catches the light in a young maid's eyes;The dearest and tenderest girlhood dreamsI stitch into gossamer hems and seams.
But slower my wheel and softer my songWhen fairy-like fragments are guided along --I am stitching the dreams most sacred of allInto dear little gowns and a wee silken shawl.
