Dressed At The Quarry

Tell her that you are her father and,
Let her turn to the muse of your love;
And like the stones dressed at the quarry,
For this day is now set out before you.

Supporting beams,
Against the walls of your love i will rest;
For i have slits of light of love on you,
And like the stones dressed at the quarry.

Your love is under my construction and,
It will be dressed up like the stones from a quarry;
So spread out your wings of love over me and,
And let me lead you to my home.