The Glass-Spinners (reprise)

              
The fire-O, the fire-O,
     Come gather 'round the fire-O!
And spin your breath into the glowing form
     That's born within the fire-O!

Six times she laid in on the ground,
     and six times cast the gravel fine,
And yet no spirit of true reason
     could Nimue e'er divine.

Six time she thrust it in the air,
     and six times spoke the solemn word,
And yet the wolf was still a wolf,
     and the sword was but a sword.

The sand-O, the sand-O,
     Come gather up the sand-O!
And spin your breath into the glowing form
     Transfigured from the sand-O!