[Verse 1] Oh father, why these stones? How they break our hearts What do they mean? Its hard to tell Born restless inside heavens ungrateful gates So we turned it all into hell Now my branches, once young and tender Lay but a pile of dying embers Oh father, why these stones? Father, why these stones? [Verse 2] Oh, the days rolled on and our homes we made Under a slowly fading sun And we drank our memories into their graves While we toast to all things young Do you remember, brother, you and me Stealing eggs just to throw against the widest tree And lightly wed run? How guiltless wed run [Verse 3] Well, our cups were filled and our doubts were stilled As we laid down in our beds So free of fear, so we toiled the years Composing ghosts inside our heads As those youthful days do leave Now nothing more than the air we breathe With sorrow in their stead Only sorrow in their stead [Verse 4] How we stumble freely into the dark And find our gods all made of stone Leave our poor dear mothers with broken hearts While our angels aimlessly roam We took all our greatest chances On lost causes through faded glances That took us far from home Now I want to go home [Verse 5] So we rob the graves of older days Just to see where we went wrong We speak their words and we walk their ways And we sing loud the oldtime songs And we inscribe their words that give us rest On the tablet of our living breast As it carries us along Oh, wont you carry me along? Oh, wont you carry me along?
stone, stead, graf, carry, father