The Miller's Daughter

After Making Love Out of Nothing At All by Air Supply (just lyrics).

Capo 3

	G
By my	trade I am a weaver,

	Em
Thread and	cloth I weave it's true,

	C
But my	father told tales to the king,

	D
And I	don't know what to do.

	G
I can	ply my wheel and spindle,

	Em
Spinning	wool and linen too,

	C
I could	make a shirt of milkweed fluff,

	D
And	dye it wonder blue.

	C	F	C
But I	know I can't do	ma	gic,

	G	Am
And all my	skill sticks in my	craw,

	C	D	G
For I	can't spin gold	out of nothing	but straw.

	G
The first	task was no easier,

	Em
Turn flax	into pure wool

	C
And I	know I would have given up,

	D
Cursing	father for a fool.

	G
But the	little man appeared then,

	Em
He said	"Good sister, do not cry.

	C
Give me	your hand, give me your ring.

	D
Don't give	up, you've but to try."

	C	F	C
But though	I saw no	ma	gic,

	G	Am
I was bending	natures	rules,

	C	D	G
Spinning	flax into	something like	wool.

	G
I gave	the prince the woolen thread

	Em
Whisper fine	and white as milk

	C
And I got	a room of nettle thorns,

	D
And the	order to make silk.

	G
But the	little man appeared then,

	Em
He said	good sister do not cry,

	C
"Give me	your beads, I'll charm your hands,

	D
And	tonight you will not die."

	C	F	C
And though	the silk is	red	silk,

	G	Am
For my hands	are ripped	and torn,

	C	D	G
I spun	silk out of	nothing but	thorns.

	G
I gave	the prince the fine soft silk

	Em
He smiled	as if appeased

	C
Oh gods	the cruelty in that smile,

	D
For I	knew it was just to tease.

	G
He threw	me in this room then,

	Em
Spin straw	to gold and you will live,

	C
And I	lay on the floor thinking,

	D
That I'd	nothing left to give.

	C	F	C
Well my	mouth tasted	like	ashes,

	G	Am
And my hands	were torn	and raw,

	C	D	G
But I spun	that gold out of	nothing but	straw.

	G
My magic	friend appeared then

	Em
In his eyes	my future child

	C
And I said	take me with you to your wood,

	D
For I	would not live defiled.

	G
Well my friend	he said "Good sister . . .",

	Em
Just that	and nothing more,

	C
Then he	took my wounded hand in his,

	D
And we	vanished through the floor.

	C	F	C
No I	would not go	back	there,

	G	Am
Not to	that life	I saw,

	C	D	G
A prince's love	is gold made of	nothing but	straw.

April 13th, 1999

This is Manny's fault. He showed me Bob Kanefsky's filk of this and I said, "but he wrote the wrong parody!"

lyrics only