Long ago I beard a tale   I never wilt forget   The time was in the telling   On the bank the scene was set      The sky was rolling blindly on   The daylight had not gone   She washed her hair among the stones   And saw what was to come      All this will pass   There will be blood among the corn   And heroes in the hills   But there is more to come my boy   Before you've had your fill      Men will come and rope the sail   As though it were their own   And they will bathe their feet in oil   As I have bathed my own      All this will pass   All things must come   Just as I tell you here      Stones will stand together   As if searching for the stars   And all come crashing down again   Before they reach too far      She turned to face the setting sun   I turned to walk away   But then she called my name again   And beckoned me to stay      All this will pass   All things must come   Just as I tell you here      She told me of the famous sons   Who write their names in peace   Yet be cut down before the time   Has come for our release      Just as I tell you here      Even now   I wait for the coming day   Even now   She waits in the dawn      For the tales she tells   For the gifts that she will sell   For the sight she knows   For a vision that still grows   With the dream in her eyes no one's seen      I listened for so long that day   That I can hardly tell   If what she said was heaven sent   Or brought to bear in hell      That men of hope would stand alone   And still be cast a lie   Just as Romans cast them   On the day they were to die      All this will pass      There is more of what she told   Much better left alone   For who are we to question her   Who stands among the stones