Winchester Diver

Breaking the stone A thousand years, an underfall The water's edge is closer than you think Surface tension falling as the air is taken in Beneath the walls all light has gone Like the passage of a mine whose seam is unknown He worked each drift by hand alone Sand and water and blood and stone He hadn't much of a story to tell Just how he stopped the walls from falling Making a stand made solid ground Two worlds apart The people say their Sunday prayers Music fills the vaulted space The organ covers up the hammer falls But the water's edge is closer than you think You could see it in his staring eyes The dripping shell The lower parts of Hell are just beneath you He hadn't much of a story to tell Just how he stopped the wall from falling down Making a stand made solid ground