(Verse 1) In a cabin deep where the shadows lie, Where the crow don’t call and the whippoorwill cries, Three old women sit in a ring, Spinnin’ time on a golden string. (Chorus) Thread and thorn, wheel and knife, They spin the soul, they cut the life. Sing no prayer, and make no plea, The Sisters watch what’s meant to be. (Verse 2) The first one hums with silver hair, She spins the thread from midnight air. Eyes like stars, hands so kind, But she sees the start of every line. (Verse 3) The second counts with eyes like ash, Measuring long with a thistle sash. She knows your steps before they're made, Each heartbeat marked, each promise weighed. (Chorus) Thread and thorn, wheel and knife, They spin the soul, they cut the life. Sing no prayer, and make no plea, The Sisters watch what’s meant to be. (Verse 4) The last one waits with rusted shears, Cutting quiet through the years. Her smile is thin, her silence deep, She sends you off into your sleep. (Bridge) No man runs, no woman hides, From the spindle, the measure, or where death rides. From cradle song to graveyard bell, The Sisters weave and never tell. (Final Chorus) Thread and thorn, wheel and knife, They spin the soul, they cut the life. Call their names, but they won’t see— The thread was spun, and so it be.
