White limestone burns beneath the heat
Ten thousand soles on every street
The salt air clings to Roman walls
Where ancient ghost of empire calls
Walk the line of a heavy crown
Where the white stone meets the town
Step by step on the polished floor
Open wide every heavy door
Old columns stand in steady rows
The midday wind of Dalmatia blows
A tourist map in a shaking hand
Walking through this weathered land
Iron gates lock the inner yard
The old stone guard is standing hard
Sunken bricks in a steady line
Tracing out a lost design
Walk the line of a heavy crown
Where the white stone meets the town
Step by step on the polished floor
Open wide every heavy door
Heavy breath in the humid air
Cold gray marble and a steady stare
Nothing breaks that will not bend
Wait for the day to reach the end
The harbor bell rings a steady tone
Carving deep in the salted stone
They walk away as the light turns blue
Finding paths that are old and true
Walk the line of a heavy crown
Where the white stone meets the town
Step by step on the polished floor
Open wide every heavy door
White stone, gold sun.
White stone, gold sun.
The stone remains.
