Used to Be (For Michael)

I used to be a weaver
Intertwining fibres for a dime
Playing colour 'stead of music
And charging for my time

Well I used to be a spinner
Blending colours pure and fine
Drinking tea with my Granny
Oh, but I was blind

Well can I fly with you, Archangel Michael?
Cause I'm in need of wings and yours are my best shot
So can I fly with you archangel Michael?
Cause you're the closest thing to home that I got

Well, I was always meant to
Be a high priestess of song
Of rhyme, myth, and story
Of pen and line and poem

Well can I fly with you, Archangel Michael?
Cause I'm in need of wings and yours are my best shot
Well can I fly with you archangel Michael?
Cause you're the closest thing to home that I got
Well can I fly with you, Archangel Michael?
Cause I'm in need of wings and yours are my best shot
Well can I fly with you archangel Michael?



Credits
Writer(s): Anna Rose Evangeline Carpenter
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