Tekstovi: Iron & Wine. God Gave A Stone.

She belongs back in western Kentucky

Or maybe somewhere in Tennessee

Far from home there?s a way to her body

Though she?s wind-blown and slightly



Long ago there were plums on the table

Where momma smoked in the afternoon

The guilty played half-asleep in the stable

And she would wake when she?d heard you



Papa was gone but he?s still in the mud

And the river runs thick with his innocent blood

And God gave a stone but it rolled down the hill

It?s the shape of His breath, or Her breath if you will



She belongs back in western Kentucky

Or even somewhere in Tennessee

She was born though the womb wasn?t ready

To give it?s love to the strength in this street



Papa was gone but he?s still in the mud

While the river runs thick with his innocent blood

And God gave a stone but it rolled down the hill

It?s the shape of His breath, or Her breath if you will



Long ago there was warmth from the kitchen

Across the baseboards through every room

She belongs back in western Kentucky

And I will pray maybe she?ll see it soon