(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