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Cool stone, gray stone
Bone of the land
Teach me the words
I can understand
My calloused hands on cool gray skin
I quiet all the noise within
I still my breath and slow my heart
To learn to play the listener's part
Forgetting words I thought I knew
Beneath the sky of endless blue
A tremor in the solid ground
A kind of speech without a sound
Speaking to the stones, the bones of the land
Feeling what they've always understand
In the silence, there's a story told
Of ages deep and futures old
The granite speaks of patient cold
A billion winters to unfold
The river stone remembers flow
The seeds of life that sleep below
It's not a voice that I can hear
But a resonance that makes it clear
A tremor in the solid ground
A kind of speech without a sound
Speaking to the stones, the bones of the land
Feeling what they've always understand
In the silence, there's a story told
Of ages deep and futures old
These veins of quartz, these fields of slate
Reflect in me my own true state
I am the mountain, slow and deep
And all the secrets that they keep
Speaking to the stones, the bones of the land
Feeling what they've always understand
In the silence, there's a story told
Of ages deep and futures old
Ages deep
Futures old