I'm a smooth stone Washed in frankincense and myrrh Quiet, Willing, ready-- Put me in your sling, fling me out Land me in the next place, the fragrant field I'll be a building stone there Solid, neste
Speak to me through the trees Through the leaves already fallen And those yet to fall Speak to my reflection in the puddles And by the muck that sticks to my shoes Speak to me In the sound of the smal