Stones - Neil Diamond

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 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 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

Mmmmmmmm…