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 la
Lordy, child
A good day's coming
And I'll be there
To let the sun in, and being lost
Is worth the coming home
La la 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 la
On stones