You'll forget how slow, that you had to go
As we walled in fields of gold
So she took her stone
For to place awhile
Upon the wall securely
On the ground she knelt, as her wall she built
Among the stones there laid.
Will it stay there still, will it be our wall
For many years that follow?
You will know it does, and its good because
though it's new, it looks so old.
Yes the best walls stay, as they yield to frost
and stand the winds of winter.
Yielding to their fate , yet maintain their shape
as they stand, as years unfold.
There's never any useless stones,
Though there have been some that I've broken
But I swear as in days of old
They will stand all on there own.
We'll build walls from fields of stone.
Many years have passed since these walls were made
And packed and filled with hearting
We were children then, now we start again
and build walls as days of old.
We'll share memories, we've made walls like these
of stones, from fields and quarries.
And the work is fun, who can tell us why?
All the stones we hold
Lifted, carried, rolled
Become walls in fields of gold.
