Never light from candles you'll kill sailors Fishermen and merchant ships and whalers You'll force the winds to temper o'er the waves And wild horses drag them to their graves So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say Never light from candles you'll kill sailors Their daughters' fathers ocean is his jailor Their wives will wail the winds back to their halls Like sycamore their spinning love will fall So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say So the spinners say