(To the tune of “My Prayer,” by The Platters)
When the Summer has gone,
and the weather is changing
When the sunshine has gone,
I head straight to my hearth
And here at the hearth, I will sit.
While you knit.
My prayer is some knitwear from you
To keep me warm through the day
with a pattern divine
My prayer is a sweater in blue
with some cables dark gray
And a hip length waistline
Tonight while I’m freezing my toes
Oh, knit me a thing, so I can go out to the snow.
My prayer and the sweater you craft
Will take away all my chills,
and block this horrible draft
I’ll have a soft thing to wear
at the end of my prayer
(To the tune of “My Prayer,” by The Platters)
When the Summer has gone,
and the weather is changing
When the sunshine has gone,
I head straight to my hearth
And here at the hearth, I will sit.
While you knit.
My prayer is some knitwear from you
To keep me warm through the day
with a pattern divine
My prayer is a sweater in blue
with some cables dark gray
And a hip length waistline
Tonight while I’m freezing my toes
Oh, knit me a thing, so I can go out to the snow.
My prayer and the sweater you craft
Will take away all my chills,
and block this horrible draft
I’ll have a soft thing to wear
at the end of my prayer