Storm riding down the ridge tonight Seven hearths gone cold Every back that can bear a beam Bent low on the quarry floor I pressed my mark in the outer face Called the first course home Rain is two hills off and closing And the children got no roof Heave it home! (heave it home!) Up and on the wall! Heave it home! (heave it home!) Stone to stone and hand to hand Set it, brace it, let it stand Seven hearths with the storm coming on One roof by dawn You there, get under this beam Green hands are still hands Walk it where I walk it Shoulder to the grain Seat it true and pin it fast Breathe out. It holds. You drove that pin. My mark dries low in the outer wall Course on course above The wind comes round, the first drops hit More voices take the call Heave it home! (heave it home!) Up and on the wall! Heave it home! (heave it home!) Stone to stone and hand to hand Set it, brace it, let it stand Seven hearths under one rising roof One roof by dawn (one roof by dawn) Last course! (Up!) Ridge-beam! (Hold!) Brace it! Drive it! Rain on the hill! Hands to the brace! Weight to the beam! Now! (Now!) Roof-tree home! Heave it home! (heave it home!) Up and on the wall! Heave it home! (heave it home!) Stone to stone and hand to hand Set it, brace it, let it stand Seven hearths under one good roof ONE ROOF BY DAWN! (one roof by dawn!) Heave it home! (heave it home!) Up and on the wall! Seven hearths under one good roof One roof by... There's a stranger on the quarry floor He lays a purse beside the mark Counts out one mason's wage And asks, "Whose hand began this?" Seven families go still Rain loud on the roof we raised Every eye comes down to rest On the mortar drying grey on my right hand
