I was sewing a seam one day – Just this way – Flashing four solver stitches there With thread, like this, fine as a hair, And then four here, and there again, When The seam I sewed dropped out of sight . . . I saw the sea come rustling in, Big and grey, windy and bright . . . Then my thread that was as thin As hair, tangled up like smoke And broke I threaded my needle, then – Four here, four there, and here again.