Diamonds To Dust - The Waiting

A ruby stone ring, in a circle of gold

A clock set in silver, for you to behold

A necklace so costly, it can never be sold

And I buried them deep, just like I was told

Not exactly a blur, and not quite a streak

But what do you want, this girl’s an antique

I kept her from danger, because I think she’s unique

Got grease on my hands, and dirt on my knees

But even the diamonds, turn, to dust

Passing along, as everything must

New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps

New wives into hags young men into grumps

Like the treasure in hand that’s starting to rust

Even the diamonds, turn to dust

Yeah

So take it from me, if I’m closing my hand

Around anything, that crumbles to sand

Let me give freely, as You command

Open my, arms and help me to stand

In thanksgiving, here I stand

For the treasure that You’ve given to me

But what is sweet, sweeter and sweeter still

Is the beauty of Your grace I see

‘Cause even the diamonds turn to dust

Passing along, as everything must

New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps

New wives into hags young men into grumps

New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps

New wives into hags young men into grumps

New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps

New wives into hags young men into grumps

Like the treasure in hand that’s starting to rust

Even the diamonds turn to dust

Even the diamonds

Even the diamonds, turn to dust

They turn to dust

Turn to dust