| Man was walkin' down the road |
| Saying wisdom won't you find me |
| Said I got no place to go |
| Only seasons for to roam |
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| In this season I do moan |
| Cold as ice, the wind surrounds me |
| Fortune falls upon false secrets |
| To the desert I do go |
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| Every stone... reflects mystery... |
| Every stone... comes down on me |
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| You may find a walkin' man |
| Lost his way in truth and reason |
| Lovers left and gone to sea |
| Stolen hearts left misery |
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| The wind does change a weary soul |
| Hopes and dreams to dream of fortune |
| Lovers lost in skies of passion |
| Glory's face on every stone |
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| Every stone... reflects mystery... |
| Every stone... comes down on me |
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| I feel the rhythm of the sand |
| The vibrations move like diamonds |
| From the middle of this land |
| I share my heart with your command |
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