1. WOOD AND STONE (T. Nevins) Raised at the foot of a hill down that one dirt lane Raised where the shade of a maple tree'll run a hole right through a name
CHORUS Wood and stone a house a home for the trials of our family tree all I know is that wood and stone'll be the better part of me
Played in the yard with the garden hose bathing suits and trembling knees Mothert and fathers voices drowning out the sound of the summer breeze
CHORUS
Apples in the apple tree for the sauce that grandma made Apples in the hand for the horse I'm shaking in the shade of its thoroughbred mane