The stones of innocence
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About growing up...

The stones of innocence

Water trickles through the woodland

Water trickles through the woodland Memories whisper on the breeze

Water trickles through the woodland Memories whisper on the breeze We spent our childhood playing here

Water trickles through the woodland Memories whisper on the breeze We spent our childhood playing here As light glimmered through the trees

Clear stream and clear conscience

Clear stream and clear conscience No guilt, no mental weight

Clear stream and clear conscience No guilt, no mental weight Here lie the stones of innocence

Clear stream and clear conscience No guilt, no mental weight Here lie the stones of innocence Untouched by caustic fate

Over here we made a little bridge

Over here we made a little bridge Over there we built a dam

Over here we made a little bridge Over there we built a dam Grandad helping in our schemes

Over here we made a little bridge Over there we built a dam Grandad helping in our schemes With skillful, calloused hands

Nearby a dark green holly bush

Nearby a dark green holly bush A hollow sheltered den

Nearby a dark green holly bush A hollow sheltered den To hide us from fictitious foes

Nearby a dark green holly bush A hollow sheltered den To hide us from fictitious foes Till we met our trials as men

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