Sandstone - The Last Bison

I have laid you down to sleep

In bowstring and in twine

They did not hold, hold

They did not hold

So rest your head upon my knees

Let your hair fall to my side

I’ll stroke it slowly, slowly

I’ll stroke it slowly

My love they have come for you

There is nothing you can do

For gold I have brought them here

For silver abused the shear

Now that I’m blind

Lord, I see

And the buttresses they fell down

As the sandstone engulfed the crowd

Through the darkness the blind man sees

Entertaining them on his knees