Simon J. Stone, standing alone, as I walked through the snow. His eyes reaching down as Tibury town in the valley below. He said there are things it's best not to know. Simon J.Stone you're a good man, What is there left for a good man? There on the road stood yesterday's ghost, lost in the storm. Weary he seemed, his armour of dreams hopelessly worn. Weary he seemed his armour of reams hopelessly worn. He called out these words, and then he was gone - Simon J. Stone never went gome to Tilbury town, Sad words were said, but no tears wew shed, as the word got around.