Fallen stone

Back home where the tree's are gold and the water's cold and the wind comes down from the mountain old I walk the street in my barefeet

And engine number 9 down the georges line pass it around for the second time, I never knew it was so sweet

Without a reason why
" "
Who of you, told them what to do?

Can't you hear the voices crying to lose their chains, and the wind goes down down

And the many soldiers sold them off as slaves, and the wind goes down down

Take backroads down below over bridges old to the well too deep for the fallen stone, you listen close but it won't sleep
Souls keep inside the mine workin' overtime, left their pain and the world behind, at night they walk along the stream

Without a reason why

Can't you hear the voices dying to lose this bane?
And the wind goes down

And the many soldiers sold them off as slaves
And the wind goes down