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Sunshine Waltz

Lyrics and melody © 1995 by Catherine Faber

I sit in the sunshine and spin,
And I wait for the song to begin.
Winter was bitter; ah, winter was hard,
With snow like a mountain piled up in the yard--
But the wildflowers bloom, there is grain in the bin,
And I sit in the sunshine and spin.

I sit in the sunshine and spin
With the wool and the wheel and the wind.
The sun is returning and gracing the lands,
Warm on my shoulders and warm on my hands.
I let the cat out, and I let the cat in,
And I sit in the sunshine and spin.

I sit in the sunshine and spin,
And I don't ask the cat where he's been.
Summer will come and the flowers will fade;
Too soon I'll be seeking the cottonwood shade,
But the moment is precious, and waste is a sin,
So I sit in the sunshine and spin.

I sit in the sunshine and spin,
And that sleepy old cat seems to grin.
He dozes and drowses through morning's delights;
I think I can guess what he does with his nights.
He's sleeping them off now with milk on his chin
As I sit in the sunshine and spin.