| Song | Golden Thread |
| Artist | Mary Black |
| Album | The Holy Ground |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I looked into a mirror made of lines | |
| With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine | |
| A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find | |
| The different parts, the fire, the air, | |
| And where my life would climb: | |
| And where it joins another, and what would always bind: | |
| Chorus: | |
| It's a golden thread to hold you all of my days, | |
| Hold my head against you, now and for always, | |
| Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time; | |
| Makes you my life, makes you my life. | |
| The moving finger writes and goes away; | |
| I'm weighed upon a balance here | |
| And i'm told that i can stay | |
| The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says i'm not alone; | |
| My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home. | |
| And here it joins another, by what will always bind: | |
| Chorus | |
| An when you looked your angel flew away | |
| And what it meant was your protection's gone another day | |
| And what has come to change you, | |
| And have you come what may | |
| Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as april haze, | |
| And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay. | |
| Chorus (2) |
| I looked into a mirror made of lines | |
| With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine | |
| A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find | |
| The different parts, the fire, the air, | |
| And where my life would climb: | |
| And where it joins another, and what would always bind: | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s a golden thread to hold you all of my days, | |
| Hold my head against you, now and for always, | |
| Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time | |
| Makes you my life, makes you my life. | |
| The moving finger writes and goes away | |
| I' m weighed upon a balance here | |
| And i' m told that i can stay | |
| The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says i' m not alone | |
| My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home. | |
| And here it joins another, by what will always bind: | |
| Chorus | |
| An when you looked your angel flew away | |
| And what it meant was your protection' s gone another day | |
| And what has come to change you, | |
| And have you come what may | |
| Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as april haze, | |
| And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay. | |
| Chorus 2 |
| I looked into a mirror made of lines | |
| With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine | |
| A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find | |
| The different parts, the fire, the air, | |
| And where my life would climb: | |
| And where it joins another, and what would always bind: | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s a golden thread to hold you all of my days, | |
| Hold my head against you, now and for always, | |
| Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time | |
| Makes you my life, makes you my life. | |
| The moving finger writes and goes away | |
| I' m weighed upon a balance here | |
| And i' m told that i can stay | |
| The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says i' m not alone | |
| My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home. | |
| And here it joins another, by what will always bind: | |
| Chorus | |
| An when you looked your angel flew away | |
| And what it meant was your protection' s gone another day | |
| And what has come to change you, | |
| And have you come what may | |
| Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as april haze, | |
| And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay. | |
| Chorus 2 |