Cutting Stone - The Decemberists

Dreamed I had a cutting stone

Dreamed I held it all my own

It cut through wire, wood, and bone

I’ll cut you down, my cutting stone

Cutting stone oh fear me none

Whether wild or whether won

Though I travel far from home

I’ll always have my cutting stone

Wandering, I chanced upon

A wayward child lost anon

And when he laid across my chest

My cutting stone it did the rest

Cutting stone oh fear me none

Whether wild or whether won

Though I travel far from home

I’ll always have my cutting stone

In a valley green and wide

A suitor wept for a dying bride

And when he turned his eyes on me

A cutting stone did set him free

Cutting stone oh fear me none

Whether wild or whether won

Though I travel far from home

I’ll always have my cutting stone

Cutting stone oh fear me none

Whether wild or whether won

Though I travel far from home

I’ll always have my cutting stone

There upon a mountaintop

I looked down on to what I’d wrought

And when I saw my labors through

I cut my cutting stone in two

Cutting stone oh fear me none

Whether wild or whether won

Though I travel far from home

I’ll always have my cutting stone

I’ll always have my cutting stone

I’ll cut you down, my cutting stone