Songs Of Old Testo

Turn the key in the iron lock
Of the old oak door
Lean into its passages
With all my weight
And enter

Immediately my olfactory senses it’s home
Paper thin and paraffin
With a glimmering of gold
Marble hands are pouring water
Silver wings deliver [??]
Streams of colored light make hallow home

Mamas singing the songs of old
Mama’s singing the songs of old
Singing the rock of ages
Though the gold is marred by red
Singing the rock of ages
Melt it down and make new things
Singing the rock of ages
Empires are made this way
Singing the rock of ages

heyaya heya ayy
heyaa yeaa
heyaya heya ayyah
heyaa hey ayah ayah

Endless hopes and endless fears Polish this stone
The deeper desire
The fine of the grain
This time I walk the stairway

And turn the key in a cellar door
I want to knowwww why

All these stories
Never spoken
Danced or drawn or sung or written
How we built this temple song by song

Mama’s singing the songs of old
Mama’s singing the songs of old
Singing the rock of ages
Though the gold is marred by red
Singing the rock of ages
Melt it down and make new things
Singing the rock of ages
Empires are made this way
Singing the rock of ages

Mama’s singing the songs of old
Singing the rock of ages
Though the gold is marred by red
Singing the rock of ages
Melt them down and make new things
Singing the rock of ages
Empires are made this way
Singing the rock of ages

heyyaya heyaheyahhh
heyaaa yay
heyyaya heyaheyyahh
heyaaa yay
heyyaya heyaheyyahh
heyaaa yay
heyyaya heyaheyyahh
heyaaa ayaheyaheyahh