It's sad but true, the things they do. But the house was old, and rotting, too. They built a new one across the town, To take its place when it falls down. Some would tear it down to watch it burn, Some would brace the beams that it might return, But others begin where hope is spun— Laying new bricks, one by one. They started early, were up at dawn, With bricks to be laid and lumber sawn. It truly is a sight to see. What a lovely house it's going to be. Some would tear it down to watch it burn, Some would brace the beams that it might return, But others begin where hope is spun— Laying new bricks, one by one. When it’s ready for living, it will really be fun. They say that the people will live there as one. And above the door, a sign in the sun, Says: Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done. Some would tear it down to watch it burn, Some would brace the beams that it might return, But others begin where hope is spun— Laying new bricks, one by one.
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