Somebody made this old sweater
Of six or seven big green balls of yarn
Look how it surrounds me, how it wraps around me
Just like bein' hugged by loving arms
I don't know the name of the farmer
I don't suppose that I ever will
Though I never met him, but I can't forget him
He's the one who raised the sheep and sheared the wool
You know I love my old green sweater
I've worn it for years and it feels good as new
There's just one thing that warms me better
That's your love, that's you
Somebody made this old sweater
You can tell that it wasn't by machine
Every stitch of every row was knitted nice and slow
From some wool that was dyed so dark and green
Who took time to clean the fleece and to card it
I don't suppose that I'll ever know
Who did all the spinning, that was only the beginning
Before love was knitted into every row
You know I love my old green sweater
I've worn it for years and it feels good as new
There's just one thing that warms me better
That's your love, that's you
Some folks have drawers just jammed with sweaters
While other folks have none to keep them warm
Well, I have one that has your touch, that's why it means so much
And I'll wear it when it's mended or it's torn
Somebody made this old sweater
Of six or seven big green balls of yarn
Look how it surrounds me, how it wraps around me
Just like bein' hugged by loving arms
You know I love my old green sweater
I've worn it for years and it feels good as new
There's just one thing that warms me better
That's your love, that's you
That's the love that made the sweater, that's you

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