Words and Music by Dennis Livingston The tale begins, as this one must, with work and sorrow, love and trust. From simple things a life is formed. From simple things a life is formed. Or so it seems ... Or so it seems ... Or so it seems ... ... to be. But chance still beats the drum, expect the unforseen to come. One, two, catch the wave and roll on. The loom that weaves, the rope that binds, the mast that holds the sail. A most important set of things, so crucial to this tale. The road is long, the sea is rough, your destiny unclear. The lesson that is yours to learn may be too hard to hear. The loom that weaves, the rope that binds, the mast that holds the ripp'ling sail, a most important challenge waits whose test you must not fail. For what you want and what you get are often very different things. It helps to have a faithful heart and friends with whom to sing. The tale begins, as this one must, with work and sorrow, love and trust. From simple things a life is formed, or so it seems to be. But chance still beats the drum, expect the unforseen to come. One, two, catch the wave and roll on.       © 1995 Hallmark Music Co.   Back to THE WEAVER AND THE SEA main page