Twist Ye, Twine Ye

[solo] [verse 1] Twist ye, twine ye! even so, Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope, and fear, and peace, and strife, In the thread of human life. [solo] [verse 2] While the mystic twist is spinning, And the infant's life beginning, Dimly seen through twilight bending, Lo, what varied shapes attending! [solo] [verse 3] Passions wild, and follies vain, Pleasures soon exchanged for pain; Doubt, and jealousy, and fear, In the magic dance appear. [solo] [verse 4] Now they wax, and now they dwindle, Whirling with the whirling spindle. Twist ye, twine ye! even so, Mingle human bliss and woe. [solo] Twist ye, twine ye! [solo] Twist ye, twine ye! [outro] This anonymous poem compares human life to a thread being spun on a spindle. The thread is composed of both joy and sorrow, hope and fear, peace and conflict. As the thread is spun, the infant's life begins, and various shapes attend, representing the passions, follies, pleasures, and pains that will accompany the person throughout their lifetime. These elements wax and dwindle, whirling with the spindle, just as human emotions and experiences fluctuate throughout one's existence. The poem suggests that the human experience is a complex and ever-changing tapestry woven with both joy and sorrow, and that these elements are inextricably intertwined. [trumpet solo] [chorus] [bridge] [trumped solo] [outro]