Текст Tracy Lawrence – Stones

Barely old enough, to call it love,
Showin off, skippin rocks across, the water,
Stones, I handed one to you,
You put it in your pocket,

Forever, Stones

Chorus

One by one, they mark our passage,
Along this winding road we’re on,
With each turn we take,
From the craddle to the grave,
Our lives are paved with stones,

A tiny velvet box,
One perfect little rock,
A little thing, just a ring,
But it says marry me,
Stones, we’ll build ourselves a home,
Where loves a corner stone,
We’ll have children, they’ll have children,
Untill they roll off on their own,
Like stones

Chorus

One by one, they mark our passage,
Along this winding road we’re on,
With each turn we take,
From the craddle to the grave,
Our lives are paved with.

Bridge

Birth stones stepping stones,
Skipping rocks, and dodging lots of

Years are like the wind,
Their here and gone and then,
They’ll blow away, our every trace,
All except our names, engraved in,
Stones

Chorus

One by one, they mark our passage,
Along this winding road we’re on,
With each turn we take,
From the craddle to the grave,
Our lives are paved with stones