Spinning

Lyrics

I was born a miller?s daughter Pressed into the pages of a fairy tale No minstrel -- I?m not free to wander Beyond the reaches of this spinnin? carousel With these simple gifts of heart and soul I will toil on my own Spinning my straw into gold Spinning, Spinning Spinning my straw into gold I will take my pay in pleasure Strike no desperate bargain in the woods A truth , well-told, is mine to treasure Riches spun from a sheaf of honest goods

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Erin Friedman

Music Credits: Erin Friedman

Producer Credits: Erin Friedman

Publisher Credits: Erin Friedman

Performance Credits: Still Married

Metadata

Song Length: 2:40

Primary Genre: Country-Alternative

Secondary Genre: -