Lyric

In the hem of dusk I found it

A thread of gold, so thin

Stitched through the quiet window

And drawn across my skin

It led me past the sleeping jars

Past sugar, dust, and rain

A single line of morning

In the seam of all my pain

And when I almost vanished

It caught me by the heart

A glimmer in the fold of things

A light that knew my part

Golden thread, hold me near

Golden thread, through the fear

Pull me home, pull me home

Where the soft small birds have flown

Golden thread, keep me true

Golden thread, shining through

I can breathe, I can stay

While you guide the dark away

It wound through little houses

With tea cups in the sill

Through cedar boxes, lacework

And over willow hill

I followed like a child does

A hand inside a hand

Never asking where it came from

Only that it helped me stand

And every broken evening

It shimmered at my door

A ribbon from the hidden world

I could not name before

Golden thread, hold me near

Golden thread, through the fear

Pull me home, pull me home

Where the soft small birds have flown

Golden thread, keep me true

Golden thread, shining through

I can breathe, I can stay

While you guide the dark away

Now if the night surrounds me

I let it touch my face

I know there is a glint somewhere

Beyond the empty place

So lay your hand in mine now

And listen for the gleam

The smallest line can lead us

Back into the dream

Golden thread, hold me near

Golden thread, through the fear

Pull me home, pull me home

Where the soft small birds have flown

Golden thread, keep me true

Golden thread, shining through

I can breathe, I can stay

While you guide the dark away