MISCHIEF BREW LYRICS

"The Stone Worker"

I'm humble, alone
An old cutter of stone
The maker, the shaper
The smith of your home
No magician am I
For once I did thrive
But now I can barely survive

My love went away
By boat and by train
To somewhere, find someone
With prosperous trade
In the woods of Old Penn
There's work to be done
Build mansions for the landworkers' sons

Where they threw away the knife for the gun
The brick for the feather
They cut a friend's throat
Then they run
They're fighting the rise of the sun
They left me poor and alone and one

So years did pass by
How I did survive
With faith that my friends
Would come back to my side
But I gathered a lot
The craft wasn't forgotten
We stand and our fruits won't go rotten

We didn't throw away the knife for the gun
The brick for the feather
Didn't cut a friend's throat
And then run
They're fighting the rise of the sun
They left me poor and alone and one

So one day back they came
Brought little but shame
Their children in arms
And their bodies in pain
They shivered in the cold
I saw from my stone home
And they knocked 'til tears rained on the snow

They cried, "Worker of stone that we left long ago,
We're sorry we migrated to join the rows.
But now we've returned
Yes now we've come home
There's no place that we'd rather go, no."

Why humble my tone?
An old cutter of stone
The maker, the shaper
The smith of your home
A magician am I
For I did survive
Cause I never became civilized
I didn't throw away the knife for the gun
The brick for the feather
Didn't cut a friend's throat and then run
They're fighting the rise of the sun
They came back poor and alone and one

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