I am sewing out my sorrow, Like a thread, wearing it thin; It will be old and frayed to-morrow. Needle, turn out; needle, turn in. Sorrow’s thread is a long thread. Needle, one stitch; needle, two. And sorrow’s thread is a strong thread, But I will wear it through. Then not only will sorrow Be old and thin and frayed; But I shall have to-morrow Something sorrow has made.