The Stone 70BPM D#
The old man found the stone one summer evening
With not so much a thought but more a feeling
The strength his hands had held was after leaving
While a lost joy trembled through his bones
A sailor regards the sea like a yearning preacher
Tries so hard to disregard her features
Knows that one day soon he’ll try to leave her
For the memories he thought he’d left behind
Oh lord, our race is almost won
Like the falling leaves, like the setting sun
A farmer works the land that gives him reason
Tills the soil for yet another season
Steadies his hand and listens to his breathing
As the dancing light beckons to his soul
An outlaw cleans his feet as the night gets dim
Theres a law man on his trail out to get him
Wonders if theres still time for contentment
Or if he crossed that line many years ago
Oh lord, oh lord our battle is almost done
Like the wild storm against the cold hard stone
The stone stands proud just where the men had left it
A simpler time, when their strength was tested
Offered no spite and no redemption
As a cool wind breaks the silence of before
Oh lord, our race is almost won
Like the falling leaves, like the setting sun
Oh lord , oh lord our battle is almost done
Like the wild storm against the cold hard stone