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