Letras
I know a place called Stonewood
Where a man makes art the best he could
Dandelions in a row and bluebells spread out on the snow
He's made a winding river out of wood
Andy and his hands that work with clay
He molds a thing of beauty every day
Colored stones placed on the ground
He uses anything he's found
He's made a winding river out of slings
All he wants to find
Is some peace of mind
In this crazy world today
There's no place to hide
Ripples made by the throwing of a stone
Echoes from our lives are still unknown
Taking lessons from the land
Gradually he understands
How to make this man-made river flow
All he wants to find
Is some peace of mind
In this crazy world today
There's no place to hide
All he wants to find
Is some peace of mind
But in this crazy world today
There's no place to hide