richard thompson
now be thankful
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel  Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know  When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel  Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know  When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel  Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know