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

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