Precious stones and stolen thrones vanish in a day
and your golden rings, your silver rings will [bad word] and decay.
Silks and satins and crimson velvet will someday fade away
but the stones will stand across the land and love will have its day.

Change [bad word] to everyone, never question why
sticks and stones will break your bones and words will make you cry
the sun will shiver, the moon will [bad word] and vanish from the sky
but the hills remain, love's the same, love will never die.

I can see the lights below us twinkle like the stars;
and I know they're waiting patiently for the day to break again.

Distant skies, different eyes, change [bad word] so fast
mother of pearl, distant girl clutches at the past
but in the sunset I see your eyes and they tell me nothing's lost
while the rocks remain, loves the same, strong love, strong love, strong love will last.