Stones
Stones would play inside her headAnd where she sleptThey made her bedAnd she would acheFor love and get but stones
La la la la, la la, la la la
Lordy, childA good day's comingAnd I'll be thereTo let the sun in, and being lostIs worth the coming home
La la la la, la la, la la laOn stones
You and me, a time for plantingYou and me, a harvest grantingThe every prayer ever prayedFor just two wild flowers that grow
La la la la, la la, la la laOn stones