At the dusty road's divide We took the left fork for a mile To reach a black cast iron gate And as the rusty hinges yawned Through the trees we saw a pathway to the old estate Stone lions alone, can't keep us out While eagles and crows are sleeping We follow the road, open mouth We watched as the old place breathed its last Yellow diggers in a row Coughed back into life and stretched a gulp the dusty sunlight Through the rafters through the brick Tree leaves fall and push the past out through the broken skylight Stone lions in rows, rising up In driveways and concrete gardens Stone lions alone, guarding us Gargoyles and long lost pardons Stone eagles and crows, flying off To rumor forgotten places Stone lions alone, stare at us And into our new born faces Stone lions in rows... Stone lions alone... Stone guards creep across, the terraces Keystones and backstreet places Dust fossils and mud, perishes Into our new born faces