It keeps them warm and so content
My shawl provides protection; in the weaving is my scent
My shawl has carried in the harvest, slung high upon my back
The bounty of Great Mother, the shawl becomes my sack
My shawl I've wrapped around a friend and dampened down the tears
My shawl has given comfort and shielded many fears,
My shawl was worn by grandma now faded and thread bare
When placed upon my shoulders grandma's love still lingers there.