Mr.Lawrence - Stoney Ground
Cold blood and spirit of a rebel
Tired of endless waiting
for her kingdom come
Blue eyes and old enough to travel
kissed goodbye the land of storms
and drinking men
Where do these broken
hearted pilgrims
all come from?
Where do they all belong?
Where is their home?
You speak with a heat of an angel
So many mountains still to climb
to reach the freedom in your eyes
Darling don't You ever think
this silent place could be Your home
as You walk on Stoney Ground
as You kneel on Stoney Ground
as You pray on Stoney Ground
Made friends with people
making offers
did her job got paid in gold and
silver coins
Enjoyed from what she had
to suffer
looked into the mirror found
a soul in ruins
Passion in the air
Can You feel it
When You touch the Stoney Ground