Rolling way [bad word] right now.
You may be gone.
Cause I been so long [bad word] home
To the girl who wept stones.
Old men and young.
So many [bad word] 
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 [bad word] round.
Done weighed you up with dirt
And wore you down.
The girl who wept stones.