Brompton Oratory

[Verse 1]

Up those stone steps I climb

Hail this joyful day's return

Into its great shadowed vault I go

Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24

Where Christ returns to his loved ones

I look at the stone apostles

Think that it's alright for some

[Verse 2]

And I wish that I was made of stone

So that I would not have to see

A beauty impossible to define

A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure

The blood imparted in little sips

The smell of you still on my hands as I

Bring the cup up to my lips

[Verse 3]

No God up in the sky

And no devil beneath the sea

Could do the job that you did, baby

Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps

With nothing much to do

Forlorn and exhausted, baby

By the absence of you