Now is the hour when the frogs and thrushes Praise the wold from the woods and rushes Sleep, my love Sleep, my only, deep in the dark Fragile and magical shadows Silently start to appear Lovely and lyrical, silvery miracle Charlotte's web Carefully spinning her tracings Lacy and gracefully sheer Over and under, the infinite wonder Of Charlotte's web Why is she spinning and weaving away all night long? What is she trying so hard to convey with her silent song? Sometimes when somebody loves you Miracles somehow appear There in warp and the woof is the proof of it Charlotte's web