Stones would play inside her head
And where she slept, they made her bed
And she would ache for love and get
But stones...
La..... lo home
Lordy child a good days comin'
And I'll be there to let the sun in
And bein' lost is worth the comin' home
La..... on stones
And where she slept, they made her bed
And she would ache for love and get
But stones...
La..... lo home
Lordy child a good days comin'
And I'll be there to let the sun in
And bein' lost is worth the comin' home
La..... on stones
You and me a time for planting
You and me a harvest granting
The every prayer ever prayed
We're just two wild flowers that grow
La..... on stones...
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