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 I'll stroke it slowly 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 And the buttresses they fell down As the sandstone engulfed the crowd Through the darkness the blind man sees Entertaining them on his knees