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 flies
When it catches the light in a young maid's eyes;
The dearest and tenderest girlhood dreams
I stitch into gossamer hems and seams.
But slower my wheel and softer my song
When fairy-like fragments are guided along
I am stitching the dreams most sacred of all
Into dear little gowns and a wee silken shawl.