There is a house in the Woven Realm, They call the Knitting Sun. And it's been the home of a gentleman, And Lord, his day's begun. My master was a gentleman, In a smoking coat of red. My wife, she is a lovely queen, Still dreaming in her bed. The only thing that Billy needs, Is a kettle and a pot. The only time he's satisfied, Is when the tea is hot. Oh, Mother, tell your piglets, Not to do what I have done. Don't sleep away the morning hours, Beneath the Knitting Sun. Well, I got one foot on the carpet, The other on the floor. I'm going back to the kitchen stove, To brew just one pot more. There is a house in the Woven Realm, They call the Knitting Sun. And it's been the home of a gentleman, And Lord, his day's begun. The Knitting Sun...
