Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pile of Stones , by - Bill Miller. Song from the album Raven In The Snow, in the genre КантриRelease date: 21.09.1995
Record label: Reprise
Song language: English
Pile of Stones |
| Garbage fires, worn out tires |
| Dull jackknives, broken lives |
| Starts and stops, at old pawn shops |
| Boys first fish, drunkards wish |
| Thoughts of war, behind a motel door |
| Strangers touch, on a broken crutch |
| Old man sing under an eagles wing |
| Cigarette spark, stray dog bark… |
| As long as the grasses grow |
| And the four winds blow |
| I feel your prayers from home |
| In this Pile of Stones |
| Old bike frames, the candles flame |
| High school dances, never had a chance |
| Fly off in a rage, like a bird in a cage |
| Baptized in the water, death of my father |
| Sun goes down, on this part of town |
| Boxers fist, junkies wrist |
| Deserted tracks, I ain’t goin back |
| Buffalo bones, old grave stones |
| As long as the grasses grow, |
| And the four winds blow |
| I feel your prayers from home |
| In this Pile of Stones, stones, stones… |