When the stone is grown too cold to kneel 
In crystal waters I'll be bound 
Coldest 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 
Fiercest fire weary to the sound 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 
Coldest 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