Trav'ling lady, stay awhile
Until the night is over
I'm just a station on your way
I know I am not your lover
Well I lived with a child of snow
When I was a soldier
And I fought every man for her
Until the nights grew colder
She used to wear her hair like you
Except when she was sleeping
And then she'd weave it on a loom
Of smoke and gold and breathing
And why are you so quiet now
Standing there in the doorway?
This obviously mystical character reminds one of the very many mythological characters who are associated with knitting or spinning. Some examples include the  Norns  in Nordic mythology, the  Moirai  in Greek mythology, and the  Parcae  in Roman mythology, who spin the thread of life for every human being. 
 
 

Winter Lady