Rolling way down. Coming right now. You may be gone. Cause I been so long In coming home To the girl who wept stones. Old men and young. So many have come. You’ve gone with none. And left them wondering What can’t be known ‘Bout the girl who wept stones. She’s born in dry dirt. Where every woman is cursed or crazy. I know how it hurts. All the way to God. To get us through. The girl who wept stones. And I hope she won’t Ever leave me when the cold wind Starts to drone. The girl who wept stones. Wept stones. Your love is strong But my hearts done wrong To everything that’s come round. Done weighed you up with dirt And wore you down. The girl who wept stones.
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