Michael Peterson Stones
Barely old enough to call it love
Showin' off, skippin' rocks
'Cross the water
Stones
I handed one to you, you put it in you pocket
Said you loved it, said you'd keep it
Forever
Stones
One by on they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
And with each turn we take
From the cradle to the grave
Our lives are paved with stones
A tiny velvet box, one perfect little rock
A little thing, it's just a ring
But it says marry me
Stones
We'll build ourselves home, where love's the cornerstone
And we'll have children and they'll have children
'Til they roll off on their own
Like Stones
And one by on they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
And with each turn we take
From the cradle to the grave
Our lives are paved with...
Birth stones, stepping stones
Skipping rocks and dodging lots of
Sticks and stones, well I've been on
Both sides of throwing
Stones
The years are like the wind, they're here and gone and then
They'll blow away our every trace
All expect our names engraved
In stones
One by on they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
And with each turn we take
From the cradle to the grave
Our lives are paved with stones
