Kray Van Kirk - A Chorus of Stones | Текст песни

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• A Chorus of Stones

Baby's gone sick and he won't stop crying
Mama try to feed him slowly dying
Smoke from the tires burning rising high
Names in the river flowing past
Tears in a bucket rising fast
Faces washed away by a camera's eye, oh my

Give to me your sorrow, and I will give to you my freedom
and if you are sick and weary, let me carry you on my back
Look into tomorrow, it is filled with all our children
So let us find the lost ones, and together we will carry them home

Coins on the eyes of them that's gone
Rain wash away all the blood that's drawn
Grass grow long on the stones in the greening fields
One more drink and the pain is gone
One more prayer then a fiery dawn
One more mother left to wonder why, O why?

Give to me your sorrow, and I will give to you my freedom
and if you are sick and weary, let me carry you on my back
Look into tomorrow, it is filled with all our children
So let us find the lost ones, and together we will carry them home

Lines in the sand from years gone by
Old men can't remember why
Tin roof shacks as far as the eye can see
Hide tomorrow by the smoke that's rising
Someone burning, no denying
One more day like the only days we've ever known

I heard the stones cry out
I heard the stones cry out in the night
I heard the stones cry out

Give to me your sorrow, and I will give to you my freedom
and if you are sick and weary, let me carry you on my back
Look into tomorrow, it is filled with all our children
So let us find the lost ones, and together we will carry them home
Carry them home....carry them home....

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