Lyrics:

(Hofstede) Sometimes I hear the hammer of steel Sometimes I hear the grindstone turn And I am looking looking Sometimes I see the cool wet stone Sometimes I see the tin white skin And I am looking looking Hesitating so afraid to touch And there is more to it Than meets the eye knew it And there is more to it Than meets the eye knew it A reclining figure Made of brass and steel It's a perfect mixture How I think and feel And there is more to it I know A touch of Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth Monday In a slow train Outside The falling rain And I am looking