Answer:
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
I can only be played on a windy day