Now is the hour when the frogs and thrushes
Praise the wold from the woods and rushes
Sleep, my love
Sleep, my only, deep in the dark
Fragile and magical shadows
Silently start to appear
Lovely and lyrical, silvery miracle
Charlotte s web
Carefully spinning her tracings
Lacy and gracefully sheer
Over and under, the infinite wonder
Of Charlotte s web
Why is she spinning and weaving away all night long?
What is she trying so hard to convey with her silent song?
Sometimes when somebody loves you
Miracles somehow appear
There in warp and the woof is the proof of it
Charlotte s web