A Touch Of Henry Moore Lyrics

SometimesI hear the hammer of steelSometimesI hear the grindstone turnAnd I am looking lookingSometimesI see the cool wet stoneSometimesI see the tin white skinAnd I am looking lookingHesitating so afraid to touchAnd there is more to itThan meets the eye knew itAnd there is more to itThan meets the eye knew itA reclining figureMade of brass and steelIt's a perfect mixtureHow I think and feelAnd htere is more to itI knowA touch of Henry Moore andBarbara HepworthMondayIn a slow trainOutsideThe falling rainAnd I am looking