[Verse 1] I clock in with the dawn To the hum of the floor Hands full of cotton From the back room door Riverbend Springs still yawns awake While I stack up bolts and count each length [Verse 2] Roll by roll, I sort the grain Cream for a curtain, blue for rain Linen for a Sunday shirt Patchwork squares and workday skirts My fingers know what the labels mean Soft as summer, tough as jeans [Pre-Chorus] And when the cutters sing That snip-snip tune I can feel that town Wake up in the room [Chorus] At Willa's Woolworld We make it right Willa's Woolworld From dawn to night Thread to cloth And cloth to gold Willa's Woolworld Where good things hold [Verse 3] Willa leans by the measuring tape Says, "Make it clean, make it fit the shape" She laughs at stains and midnight spills Says every tear's got time to heal Folks come in with a worn-out dream Leave with a sleeve and a little more steam [Pre-Chorus] And when the cutters sing That snip-snip tune I can feel that town Wake up in the room [Chorus] At Willa's Woolworld We make it right Willa's Woolworld From dawn to night Thread to cloth And cloth to gold Willa's Woolworld Where good things hold [Bridge] Last bolt down on a Friday pay We brush the lint and lock it away Out past the mill and the river bend I can see my shirt on a neighbor's kid Stitched from care, made to last Holding onto the days gone past [Final Chorus] At Willa's Woolworld We make it right Willa's Woolworld From dawn to night Thread to cloth And cloth to gold Willa's Woolworld Where good things hold Willa's Woolworld That's home to me Riverbend Springs And the life I weave
