[Verse 1] You bring the picker home at the close of the day, Red dust on your boots and a grin on your face. We sort through the stones by the old garden gate, You say, “That one’s a shoulder,” I say, “Make it great.” A flat piece for a palm, two dark ones for eyes, A chipped little crown from the gravel pile. You set every rock like you’re setting a table, And I pass you the pieces, steady and able. [Pre-Chorus] One more stone, one more turn, A little shape from all we’ve earned. You brush off the dirt, I laugh at the plan— We’re making a friend with the strength of your hands. [Chorus] Build us a golem, stone by stone, Give him a heart from the things we’ve grown. Stand by the shed where the wild weeds climb, You and me making a giant in our own time. Build us a golem, broad and kind, With a rock-picker’s patience and a bright, brave mind. When the last stone settles and the evening cools, He’ll guard our little world while we break all the rules. [Verse 2] You find one smooth stone for the curve of his cheek, I find a small white one, bright as a bead. We stack up his legs, then his chest, then his chin, And you tap the side twice like, “That’ll hold him in.” The wheelbarrow squeaks as we haul one more load, You name him “Mister,” I say, “He needs a road.” So we clear him a path past the beans and the thyme, He’s the tallest good neighbor we’ve built in a long time. [Pre-Chorus] One more stone, one more turn, A little shape from all we’ve earned. You brush off the dirt, I laugh at the plan— We’re making a friend with the strength of your hands. [Chorus] Build us a golem, stone by stone, Give him a heart from the things we’ve grown. Stand by the shed where the wild weeds climb, You and me making a giant in our own time. Build us a golem, broad and kind, With a rock-picker’s patience and a bright, brave mind. When the last stone settles and the evening cools, He’ll guard our little world while we break all the rules. [Bridge] Your sleeve wipes the dust from the stone by his eye, I lean on your shoulder and watch the sky. No magic words, no grand design, Just your steady hands finding their place next to mine. [Final Chorus] Build us a golem, stone by stone, Give him a heart from the things we’ve grown. Stand by the shed where the wild weeds climb, You and me making a giant in our own time. Build us a golem, broad and kind, With a rock-picker’s patience and a bright, brave mind. When the last stone settles and the evening cools, He’ll guard our little world while we break all the rules. [Outro] Stone by stone, with your hand in mine, Our garden giant stands just fine.
