There’s a stone –- for the things forgotten.
Just a stone –- for all you wanted.
Look, a stone –- for what will not be:
All you thought was there.
Count the stones –- don’t think about him.
Let the stones become your mountain.
Let them go –- the nights you doubted:
All those thousand cares...
Softly now thread
Through the towns and the dark.
Softly be led
By the clouds and the stars.
When the distances grow,
When the winds start to blow,
Something whispers from afar:
There’s a home in the heart –-
Another heaven...
There’s a time for everything,
There’s a song for every dream...
(There’s a song...)
There’s a stone –- for every action,
For the things you won’t look back on.
Look, a stone –- for all that will be:
All that still is me.
Softly now thread
Through the sounds of the dark.
Softly be led
By the clouds and the stars.
When the distances grow,
When the winds start to blow,
Something whispers from afar:
There’s a home in the heart –-
Another heaven...
There’s a time for everything,
There’s a song for every dream.
There’s a world that’s yet to be...