Stones would play, inside her head
And where she slept
they made her bed
And she would ache
for love and get but stones

Lala lala lala 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 the worth the comin' home

Lala lala lala 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

Lala lala lala la la la on stones

Mmmmmmmmm.....