Embroidery Aria

Lyrics

Embroidery in childhood was a luxury of idleness A coil of silken thread giving dreams of a silk and satin life Now my broidery affords the clue whose meaning we avoid! My hands remembered its old skill Those stitches tell a curious tale I remember I was brooding On the fantasies of children And dreamt that only by wishing I could bring some silk into their lives Now my broidery affords the clue whose meaning we avoid