Brompton Oratory

C Am Up those stone steps I climb Dm G Hail this joyful day's return C Am Into it's great shadowed vault I go G# Gm F Hail the Pentecostal morn C Am The reading is from Luke 24 Dm G Where Christ returns to his loved ones C Am I look at the stone apostles G# Gm F Think that it's alright for some C Am And I wish that I was made of stone Dm G So that I would not have to see C Am A beauty impossible to define G# Gm F A beauty impossible to believe C Am A beauty impossible to endure Dm G The blood imparted in little sips C Am The smell of you still on my hands G# Gm F As I bring the cup up to my lips C Am No God up in the sky Dm G C And no devil beneath the seaaaaa Am Could do the job that you did, baby G# Gm F Of bringing me to my knees C Am Outside I sit on the stone steps Dm G With nothing much to do C Am Forlorn and exhausted, baby G# Gm F G C By the absence of you