Stoneboat - Sunburned Hand Of The Man

Behold

I was sitting in my palace

Meditating upon the being who created me

When the voice of my heart spoke

Telling me to make two golden obelisks for him

My spirit took fire

Thinking of what the men who would live to see these monuments would say

They would say

High, this mountain of gold

But my dream was beyond my power

My two obelisks were not of gold, but of single stone

Hard granite without a join

And the expedition to bring the stone to me

Took seven months