A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun It is night,
beauty and wonder Was raped by the British brigands Goddamn, Goddamn If you could keep voices like flowers There'd be shamrock all over the world If you could drink dreams Like Irish springs
the thing that I remember On that cold day in December Was that my eyes were brimming over As we walked He set my down upon a stone Beside a running spring
day was passed The ghost did rise and speak Why sittest thou all on my grave And will no let me sleep? Go fetch me water from the desert And blood from out the stone
. Love has made you beautiful, Love has made you beautiful. You won't find it in a magazine, Beauty is something that?s inside. Don?t go looking at the silver spring
Cause the circus is coming to town Cause the circus is coming to town THE GIRL: I remember dying to cry out But throat-stuck with briars and stones
in there man, punching Taking two and landing one But that avalanche of punches Eventually took it's toll Like a constant drip of water Wears down the hardest stone
The hillside was a patchwork quilt Neatly stitched with tidy hedge And crumbling grey stone wall The trees were bare, but Spring was near To conjure
primrose fair A gentle hedgerow flower in the spring If gathered in the dawn Come evening she will surely fade and die. My love is as a pearl A heart of stone
with the rocks and the scraggly pines The come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall On Paradise Mountain away from it all Stubble and stone make
rollin' stone gathers no moss A rollin' stone gathers no moss And as far as I can see, I guess I was meant to be Just a rollin' stone A rollin' stone
In the spring of 47 So the story, it is told Old John Sutter went to the mill site Found a piece of shinin' gold Well, he took it to the city Where the
stone Pierre gave it to shiela Who must have brought it there He got it from francois and jacques Aha, lucky pierre! Max got it from edith Who gets it ev'ry spring
wish that I could've gone Instead of you and I wonder if you Were sittin' here, would you be wishin' that too The woods were damp and the air was green A beautiful spring
It's six O'clock, good morning sounds are everywhere The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair I hurry through my life never stopping
We love you, I love you And this will not hurt a bit 'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall to glory Spring up from the [Incomprehensible] Spring
the dust of your bones crushed and seeded all the clouds. It rained for days a blaze of Hail and stones the size of men around your house. Rusty spring
[Verse 1:] Summer had seen enough of me. A fall down and building up stone by stone. Spring unleashed a swarm of birds and bees. I did nothing to stop