Show Of Hands - The preacher lyrics

I am the preacher on the island Seven years lived alone I try to bring some comfort to a world of sea and stone There are no trees onthe island Nowhere to shelter or hide The men tear the rocks from the quarry or take their Chances on the tide I fell in love with the wife of a man who lays the fuse When I heard the thunder from the earth I knew I had to Choose Between falling and my cold, cold calling They used to walk beside the water, voices blown by the Wind And I would watch from the distance and I'd dream I was Him Then he found work on the mainland, oh how I prayed That something would tear them apart, force her to stay Oh I was falling and the cold, cold was calling Next day, they called me to the quarry, there was Something badly wrong A man lay crushed by falling rock, his life almost gone I knew his face in the darkness, I didn't need to know The name All my prayers had been answered and I was the one to Blame I closed his eyes and looked up, she was running Through the rain She took him in her arms and begged the Lord to give Him life again And if I should live all the seven ages of man Seven tides will never wash all the blood from my hands I am the preacher on the island, I live on my own I used to pray but now I leave my maker well alone Just like the chapels on the island my heart's dark and Overgrown I try to find some comfort in the world of sea and Stone