Turn the key

In the iron lock

Of the old oak door

Lean into it's

Passages

With all my weight

And enter

Immediately my

Old factory

Senses it's home

Paper thin and

Paraffin

With a glimmering

Of gold

Marble hands are

Pouring water

Silver wings

Delivering the chains

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

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 know

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