Stones

(c)1971 Prophet Music Inc., New York

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 la

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 la la la la la
On stones

You and me
a time for planting
You and me
a harvest granting
The ev'ry prayer ever prayed
For just two wild flowers that grow
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
on stones