Now be thankful for good things below
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
Now be thankful to your maker
Now be thankful to your maker
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
In burning irons I'll be bound
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
Fierce as fire, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
Now be thankful for good things below