As mentioned above by guest OldNicKilby, Harvey Andrews' beautiful song "Spinning Concertinas"

When the working day's beginning
In the shed behind the barn
She weaves her wool by spinning its fibre into yarn
He carves the wood beside her
And he gently hums a song
And the wood, the brass, the leather
They yearn to sing along

In the wood, the brass, the leather
Hide the songs of every bird
He can put them all together
So the songs will still be heard
In the wood, the brass, the leather
There's a reason and a rhyme
Tales retold forever, with tunes as old as time
As old as time

In the morning when the city wakes
And makes to face the day
With its up the pace, win the race,
Who's the last to stay
They share their time with silence
And she knows their life is sweet
As he takes wood and brass and leather
To make music when they meet

He bends, he glues, he fixes
He nips, he tucks, he folds
He tacks, he taps, he mixes
He models and he moulds
And when his day is over
He plays the love he feels
For the one who sits a'spinning
At the ever turning wheels