Oh, Had I A Golden Thread Paroles

of women giving birth
In it, I would weave the innocence
of children over all the earth
Of children of all earth

In it, I would weave the
restlessness of men going
ever forth
Through heart of blistering desert
sands, through blizzards of the
north
Through the frozen north

Show my brothers and sisters
my rainbow design
Bind up this sorry world with
hand and heart and mind
with hand and heart and mind

Far over the waters I'd reach my
Oh had I a golden thread and
Needle so fine
I'd weave a magic strand of
rainbow design
Of rainbow design