Cheri Knight The Knitter Glad to meet you, I've been waiting I'm the one they call the knitter I can wind you like a wool thread And knot you up into a sweater Turn itrightside out, the layers are unfolding now On the underside this flesh becomes my hands Twisting, ever winding 'till the fleece becomes a lamb Now I have begun All the rooms will soon be overrun I'll be caught inside the tangle Yarn over again One strand that never ends I made a little stitch, was just like whispering Knit a hundred more, sounds like crying I raised the lamp and needles drawn, saw the empty face Wrong the racks and skeins I couldn't find mine In the rooms are now so overrun I sing still inside the tangle I draw the loose ends down in my aching hands and start unwinding I'm unwinding I'm unwinding everything I've ever made I have cast a thousand rows I'll knit you something All better now Glad to meet you, I've been waiting I'm the one they call the knitter And the very best have come unraveled But I don't mind No, I don't mind