The White Stone - Ben Rosenbush

Mary
By herself
Was wanderin' along
Until a lonesome tree she came upon
Far up it's arm grew something strange
She stared into the glow of a white stone
Mary reached and took it
Running back home
At the edge of town she rested
Catching her breath
She said
I'll burry my stone here
Hide it from the rest
But in the night
The stone did grow
Into a mountain so high
Its summit cut a wound in the watery skies
The Mayor of the town said the mountain must go
For he was jealous of its height and its long shadows
He shook and swore
And stirred a storm
And ordered all to take this mountain down
They chipped apart each stone
Buried them in the ground
Who
Who
Who's hiding in your heat
Who's hiding in your heat
Who's hiding in your heat
When morning came they stood there up in the clouds
As the Mayor left his house there came a terrible shout
For every stone was standing tall
Beneath them rose a white mountain range
Wrestling still his heart
Fear blew out his flame
Mary stood in wonder at how the world had changed