Songs of Old - Jesca Hoop

Turn the keyIn 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