Old woman is watching, watching over you In the darkness of the storm, she is watching She is weaving, mending, gathering the colours She is watching over you Chorus So weave and mend Gather the fragments safe And win the sacred circle sisters Weave and mend, weave and mend, Oh women, weave and mend Old woman is weaving, gathering the threads Her bones become the loom she is weaving, She is watching, weaving, gathering the colours She is watching over you Chorus For years I’ve been watching, waiting for old woman Feeling lost and so alone, I’ve been watching. Now I find her weaving, gathering the colours Now I find her in myself