Wooden blocks in a velvet row
Where the golden fairy lights glow
Scent of cedar and damp peat moss
Spinning threads in a velvet toss
Satin strings and a clockwork gear
Magic blooming and crystal clear
Softest wool in a braided ring
Hear the wooden toy soldiers sing
Monstera leaves touch the painted glass
Watching all of the city pass
Latin names on a handwritten slate
Patient roots in a terracotta state
Satin strings and a clockwork gear
Magic blooming and crystal clear
Softest wool in a braided ring
Hear the wooden toy soldiers sing
Copper wires and a cotton loom
Filling up every corner of room
Smallest seeds in a porcelain bowl
Finding peace for a tired soul
The soil is warm and the light is gold
Stories that the old pine needles hold
Close the door to the winter chill
Let the spinning wheel stand perfectly still
Button eyes on a woolen bear
Floating soft in the shimmering air
Calatheas drink from a silver cup
While the morning sun is waking up
Satin strings and a clockwork gear
Magic blooming and crystal clear
Softest wool in a braided ring
Hear the wooden toy soldiers sing
Plicate leaves in a forest green
Prettiest sight that has ever been
Yarn is wound in a tight pink coil
Anchored deep in the dark rich soil
Satin strings and a clockwork gear
Magic blooming and crystal clear
Softest wool in a braided ring
Hear the wooden toy soldiers sing
The Yarn Workshop.
Soft wool and gold light.
Satin strings.
