Cradling stones hold fire bright
 As crickets call out to the moonlight
 As you lean in to steal a kiss
 I'll never need more than this
 
We all share the pain of our histories
 But the ache goes away if you could see
 This night under stars, well, I call it peace
 If you say, I'll never need more than this
 
The trees grow so thick
 You can barely see through
 But the forest bestows the simplest of [bad word] 
 You think you'll be happy if granted one more wish
 But the [bad word] is you'll never need more,
 You'll never need more
 You'll never need more than this
 
Want so much in this life,
 There's so much to be
 We sail through our youth so impatiently
 Until we see
 That the years move along
 And soldiers and [bad word] home
 And they carry a song,
 
Don't live in forgotten times
 May this always remind you
 Of the sea under the skies blue looking glass
 Let's make this our story, let's live in the glory
 Time, it fades away,
 Precious as a song
 Cause someday we'll be gone
 
Cradling stones hold fire bright
 As we watch the glow of the morning light
 Someday our bones here they will lie, and so we sing
 
As the years move along and soldiers and [bad word] home
 And they carry a song
 Let's make this our story,
 Let's live in the glory
 Time, it fades away,
 Precious as a song
 Cause someday we'll be gone