(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