The Lady of the Loom

A lady sat beside her loom,
With yarn of every hue
To weave Cape Breton tartan
She only chose a few.

Black for the wealth of our coal mines,
Grey for the Cape Breton steel.
Green for the lofty mountains
Our valleys and our fields.

Gold for the golden sunsets
Shining bright on the lakes of Bras d'Or.
To show God's hand has lingered
To bliss Cape Breton's shores.

As she watched the pattern grow,
Then she could understand-
her shuttle has been guided
y the Master Weaver’s hand.

By Lillian Crew Walsh