Stone on stone the wall was begun
By this humble man and his son
With care and devotion he built the wall
As though it were a cathedral
After the last stone was laid
The bishop a journey made
Next to the wall he trod
Blessing it in the name of God
When the builder was laid to rest
It was near the wall he loved best
Time passed and memory grew dim
Now no one remembers him
Around the church there is no monument so grand
As the wall built by his skillful hand
Today his loving touch can be seen
In every stone and mortar in between