Stones - Harold Budd

Barely old enough to call it love

Showin off skippin rocks across the water

Stones

I handed one to you you put it in your pocket

Said you love it said you’d keep it forever

Stones

One by one they mark our passage

Along this winding road we’re on

With each turn we take

From the cradle to the grave

Our lives are paved with stones

Tiny velvet box one perfect little rock

A little thing just a ring but it says marry me

Stones

We’ll build ourselves a home where loves a cornerstone

We’ll have children they’ll have children till they roll of on their own

Like stones

Burning stones, stepping stones skipping rocks

And dodgeing lots of sticks and stones

And ive been on both sides of the road in stones

The years are like the wind

They’re here and gone again

They’ll blow away our ever trace

All except our names engraved in stones