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