The ladies of the tapestry

Par Jill, après avoir passé une pleine journée à nous regarder travailler...

The ladies of the tapestry,
They stitch and stitch all day.
One lady lost her finger,
In the tapestry to stay!
 
The ladies of the tapestry,
Like pretzels they do bend,
They're on the floor all twisted up,
To reach, and stitch, and mend.
 
They go to school, for five years 
To learn all about the trade
Of fixing cloth, feather and shoe
In history, all was made. 
 
The ladies of the tapestry,
They work on things so old,
When they sat and stitched in silence,
Oh the stories the fabric told!
 
It told of men, many years past,
Who stitched on these same threads,
Their eyes were sore, their bodies ached,
12 hours before their beds.
 
Those men of old, not well paid,
Tied to the loom all day,
Had no idea the things they made,
Hang on castle walls to stay.
 
Thank you dear ladies on the floor,
Repairing thread by thread,
Those tapestries from long ago,
To enjoy for years ahead