作曲 : Price
Upon a hill, above a town 
A young girl sits, her head bowed down 
Asking "when will it cease, this troubled time?" 
And leave her land in peace 
And in the spring, before their power 
Into hear hair she weaves the flowers 
And with open hand, she walks her land 
Her destiny to find 
It is arranged, the plans are set 
Into a warring clan she's wed 
She's a human bridge to stop the flow 
Of blood upon their fields 
With summer sun, she wears a crown 
Her maidens dress now a foreign gown 
And it's her body she lays down 
She's a weaver of peace 
But war returns, again and again 
One battle claims her family's men 
Sons, husband, brothers, father, all 
To each other swords they fall 
With autumn wind upon the pyre 
She weaves their arms before the fire 
To set them free her sole desire 
She's a weaver of peace 
And with the snow she takes her leave 
To heal herself she sits to weave 
A tapestry her tale to tell 
And give her grief to time 
Her long hair shorn as golden thread 
She weaves a story of her dead 
That those who see may choose peace instead 
She's a weaver of peace