Where rocks are words of wisdom Ground to sentences, patiently hewn And roots draw a map in the dirt Widely it spreads, wisely it leads When winds speak of poison Will you find a cure, heed their words
Mute, with stories untold Days forgotten, ways of old Rocks and roots, my home of stone Witness of old, secrets shown
I fail, so frail, a crippled child in a world of giants Cold, cynical, old as the world, wise and sad
Snow will melt, the glacier and its demons will leave Yet these rocks stand still Guarding my home, remembering all When all is withered, when all bones are ground When all is said and done I’ll find my peace in their shadows tall
Mute, with stories untold Days forgotten, ways of old Rock and root, my home of stone Witness of old, secrets shown
I walk and walk, try to reach what’s hidden above Deaf and blind, I stumble on the rocks of their voice I fail, so frail, a crippled child in a world of giants Cold, cynical, old as the world, wise and sad
Where rocks are words of wisdom…
Stone upon stone, with words spoken with no one to listen Older and older I grow, older and older and deaf Trees will wither, ages will come and go, streams will spend their drops Paint the moment, give me time to contemplateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
