STONES
(Diamond)
Neil Diamond - 1971


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 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.