Now Be Thankful

Richard Thompson

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel

In crystal waters I'll be bound

Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below

Now be thankful to your maker

For the rose, the red 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

Now be thankful for good things below

Now be thankful to your maker

For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel

In crystal waters I'll be bound

Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below

Now be thankful to your maker

For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know