Stoney End

(альбом: First Edition - 1972)

I was born from love, and my poor mother worked the mines
I was raised on the good book Jesus
Till I read between the lines
Now I don't believe I wanna to see the morning

Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go down the stoney end
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again
(Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again)

I can still remember him with love light in his eyes
But the light flickered out and parted as the sun began to rise
Now I don't believe I wanna to see the morning

Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go down the stoney end
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again
(Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again)

Never mind the forecast, 'cause the sky has lost control
'Cause the fury and the broken thunder comes to match my raging soul
Now I don't believe I wanna to see the morning

Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go down the stoney end
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me

Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go
I never wanted to go down the stoney end
Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again