A
A
Stones would play inside her head
Bm
And she would ache
E
for love and get but stones
E7
A
La la la la la la la la la
A
Lordy, child
Bm
And being lost
E
Is worth the coming home
A
Bm
E
E7
A
A
You and me, a time for planting
Bm
The every prayer ever prayed
E
For just two wild flowers that grow
E7
A
La la la la la la la la la on stones
A
E
E7
A
Mmmmmmmm…..
A
Bm
E
E7
