Words and Music: Leigh Newton © 2021
- Every single stone’s a broken stone.
Each sunset peak and gravel road,
Each jeweled ring and silver lode,
Every single rock is etched in grey.
2. Peter’s in the courtyard by the fire.
His light, his hope now stands condemned.
He can’t admit he’s more than friend.
Peter’s in the courtyard by the fire.
But Jesus knew before the dawn, before the cock would crow,
Peter would deny the Son of God.
And while the ancient city lay in sleep, the pieces kept on moving.