we will sow we will sow for to bring the autumn snow and our labor shall not be for us in vain she will grow she will grow for to make their dresses flow till shes seeded by the gin till the mistress weaves again we will sow we will sow and she will grow we will weave we will weave until the master has his sleeves and for good measure well clasp his snaps fore dawn never leave never leave until the unisons agreed that she is no longer rough like the hands that reap her up we will weave we will weave and never leave these blistered and these calloused hands have done no work alone we formulate then recreate the patterns that weve sown foremost the gin then fibers spin its all well ever know for are forebears have left us here to reap the autumn snow we will reap the autumn snow