Sandstone

I have laid you down to sleep
In bowstring and in twine
They did not hold, hold
They did not hold

So rest your head upon my knees
Let your hair fall to my side
I'll stroke it slowly, slowly
Slowly

My love, they have come for you
And there is nothing you can do
For gold I have brought them here
For silver abused the shear

My love, they have come for you
There is nothing you can do
For gold I have brought them here
For silver abused the shear

Now that I'm blind
Lord, I see
Now that I'm blind
Lord, I see

Now that I'm blind
Lord, I see
Now that I'm blind
Lord, I see

And the buttresses they fell down
As the sandstone engulfed the crowd
Through the darkness the blind man sees
Entertaining them on his knees