I have seen the face of sorrow She looks away in the distance Across all these bridges From whence I came And those spans, trussed and arched Hold up our lives as we go back again To how we thought Trento how we thought then have seen sorrow's face, But she is ever turned away And her words leave me blinder eyes make me mute do not understand what she says to me do not know if to bear attempt a flood of tears have seen her face She does not speak She does not weep She does not know me For I am, but a stone fitted in place On the bridge where she walks Lay of the BridgeburnersToc the Younger