Songs of Old

Turn the key in the iron lock of the old oak door Lean into its passages with all my weight and enter Immediately, my olfactory senses it's home Paper thin and paraffin, with a glimmering of gold Marble hands are pouring water Silver wings delivering wishes Streams of colored light make Hell a home Mama's singin' the songs of old Mama's singin' the songs of old Singin' the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singin' the rock of ages Melt 'em down and make new saints Singin' the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singin' 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 singin' the songs of old Mama's singin' the songs of old Singin' the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singin' the rock of ages Melt 'em down and make new saints Singin' the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singin' the rock of ages Mama's singin' the songs of old Singin' the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singin' the rock of ages Melt 'em down and make new saints Singin' the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singin' the rock of ages