The Stonemason

My lady's eyes are blind with smoke And I must stand and watch her burn I made her out of stone and oak My lady's eyes are blind with smoke And flames are catching on her cloak I pray to God the wind will turn My lady's eyes are blind with smoke And I must stand and watch her burn I made her out of oak and stone And blue and red and light and glass My lady mine and mine alone I made her out of oak and stone Of blood and sweat and broken bone But God has spoken ~ all things pass I made her out of oak and stone And blue and red and light and glass Her smoking beauty burns my eyes But I will raise her up again Her ashes fill the Paris skies Her smoking beauty burns my eyes Behold the Phoenix! See her rise! What mysteries God speaks to men Her smoking beauty burns my eyes But I will raise her up again © Gail Foster 16th April 2019