Text: Priscilla Renea. Jukebox. Stonegarden.

Theres a stone garden were my lover lies
The flowers never grow they bloom there and die
Much like the day when the earth was stilled up and tears in my eyes
To the brim they filled up
Days and night pass but stilt I must go to lay in the grass and weep by the willows
In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, the love lays for ever then turns in to dust
Some days I put on my Sunday best and take a picture in your favorites dress
To lay in beside your permanent bed to re pleas the one whose been blown with the wind

Days and nights pass but still I must go to lay in your dress and weep by the willow
In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, the love lays for ever then turns in to dust

Well I know you want me to live out my life but I have no porpoise no reason to try so
I'll lay right here till that good chariot comes in the stone garden

In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, the love lays for ever then turns in to dust

In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, it's growing and blowing with lovers like us