There’s a stone for the things forgotten.
Just a stone for all you wanted.
Look, a stone for what will not be:
All you thought was there.
Count the stones don’t think about him.
Let the stones [bad word] your mountain.
Let them go the nights you doubted:
All those thousand cares
Softly now thread
Through the towns and the dark.
Softly be led
By the clouds and the stars.
When the distances grow,
When the winds start to blow,
Something whispers from afar:
There’s a home in the heart
Another heaven
There’s a time for everything,
There’s a song for every dream
(There’s a song)
There’s a stone for every action,
For the things you won’t look back on.
Look, a stone for all that will be:
All that still is me.
Softly now thread
Through the sounds of the dark.
Softly be led
By the clouds and the stars.
When the distances grow,
When the winds start to blow,
Something whispers from afar:
There’s a home in the heart
Another heaven
There’s a time for everything,
There’s a song for every dream.
There’s a world that’s yet to be