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 la la la la la la la
Lord Lordy child
a good day's comin'
And I'll be there to
let the sun in
and bein' lost
Is worth the
comin' home
La la la la la la
la on stones
You and me
a time for planting
You and me a
harvest granting the
every prayer ever prayed
For just two wild
flowers that grow
La la la la la la
la la on stones
Mmmmmmmm