Spinning Straw into Gold

That is part of a songwriter's job description.

This song grew out of a casual conversation with a songwriting buddy who bet I couldn't guess his middle name. It turned into a song I enjoy singing and one of our most popular downloads, though I'm not quite sure why. Maybe because it's short?

Craig gives me a skeptical, sideways glance every time I sing the line: "Riches spun from a sheaf of honest goods."

"Sheaf? Nobody says "sheaf."

"I do. It's my song and I'll say "sheaf" if I want to."

So there.



Spinning
words and music © Erin Coombs Friedman

I was born a miller’s daughter
Pressed into the pages of a fairy tale
No minstrel- I’m not free to wander
Beyond the reaches of this spinnin’ carousel

chorus:

With these simple gifts of heart and soul
I will toil on my own
Spinning my straw into gold
Spinning, spinning
Spinning my straw into gold

I will take my pay in pleasure
Strike no desperate bargain in the woods
A truth – well-told is mine to treasure
Riches spun from a sheaf of honest goods

With these simple gifts of heart and soul
I will toil on my own
Spinning my straw into gold
Spinning, spinning
Spinning my straw into gold