I roll up my sleeves and I pick up the stone We are putting the muscle right back on the bone The mortar is mixed and the trowel is clean We are stepping right out of the digital scene It takes a village with a calloused hand To build a future in a broken land Brick by brick We are laying it down Brick by brick Reclaiming the town We are mixing the sweat with the earth and the clay Washing the bitterness completely away Brick by brick Hand to the plow The men in the suits said the city was dead But they never listened to a word that we said We carry the timber and carry the beam We are building a house for a physical dream You cannot download a foundation to keep You have to dig down where the roots go deep Brick by brick We are laying it down Brick by brick Reclaiming the town We are mixing the sweat with the earth and the clay Washing the bitterness completely away Brick by brick Hand to the plow They will not fix it from the marble dome! We have to build our very own home! Piece by piece and row by row! This is the way that the garden will grow! Brick by brick We are laying it down Brick by brick Reclaiming the town We are mixing the sweat with the earth and the clay Washing the bitterness completely away Brick by brick Hand to the plow Keep building. © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
