Turn the key in the iron lock of the old oak door
Lean into its passages with all my weight and enter
Immediately, my olfactory senses it's home
Paper thin and paraffin, with a glimmering of gold
Marble hands are pouring water
Silver wings delivering wishes
Streams of colored light make Hell a home
Mama's singin' the songs of old
Mama's singin' the songs of old
Singin' the rock of ages
Though the gold is marred by red
Singin' the rock of ages
Melt 'em down and make new saints
Singin' the rock of ages
Empires are made this way
Singin' the rock of ages
Endless hopes and endless fears polish this stone
The deeper desire, the fine of the grain
This time I walk the stairway
And turn the key in a cellar door
I want to know why
All these stories never spoken
Danced or drawn or sung or written
How we built this temple song by song
Mama's singin' the songs of old
Mama's singin' the songs of old
Singin' the rock of ages
Though the gold is marred by red
Singin' the rock of ages
Melt 'em down and make new saints
Singin' the rock of ages
Empires are made this way
Singin' the rock of ages
Mama's singin' the songs of old
Singin' the rock of ages
Though the gold is marred by red
Singin' the rock of ages
Melt 'em down and make new saints
Singin' the rock of ages
Empires are made this way
Singin' the rock of ages
