The fading tile of distant bells
Is slain as trail along the meadows
There are some red inside my wooden ball
I've found a home in this Romanesque home
Steady walls of stone, caressed by tapestries of light
Steady walls of stone, caressed by tapestries of light
There's nothing about the preciousness
Of silence here among these pillars
And no need for all demanding glories
I've known the one in my serenity here
Steady walls of stone, caressed by tapestries of light
Steady walls of stone, caressed by tapestries of light
Their faints are get outside these walls, outside their soul
Can keen the saint, yearning for the fool, their fellowly crew
Steady walls of stone, caressed by tapestries of light
Steady walls of stone, caressed by tapestries of light
