Diane Hine - A Rondeau lyrics

To iron a shirt, first lightly spray, then left and right hand interplay; with one to press and one to lead, the path's prepared, the creases freed and gathered wrinkles fade away. The woman's old, in slow decay, she's taken care of every day, yet restless hands still feel the need to iron a shirt. Her mind now tends to disarray, yet sometimes sk**s, long practiced, stay and though she lacks her former speed, her family and friends concede, she's always known the proper way to iron a shirt.