Now Be Thankful

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
 In crystal waters I will 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 will 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