| A | E | D | Bm | |
| When the | stone is | grown too cold to | kneel |
| A | E | D | E | |
| In crystal | waters | I'll be | bound |
| A | E | D | Bm | E | |
| Cold as | stone and | weary to the | sounds upon the | wheel |
| Chorus: |
| A | E | D | Bm | |
| Now be | thankful | for good things be | low |
| A | E | D | E | |
| Now be | thankful | to your | maker |
| A | E | D | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | E | |
| For the | rose, the r | ed rose blooms for | all | to | know |
| When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe |
| In burning irons I'll be bound |
| Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel |
| Chorus |
| Verse 1 + Chorus |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |