In Spring, one by one by one We begin to gather these rocks. Rough and solid, one day soon, They will make our farmhouse Solid and strong against all elements, Human and nature, that will seek To destroy our good family. In summer, my rocks grow heavy,
Upon this Rock
Upon this Rock
Upon this Rock
In Spring, one by one by one We begin to gather these rocks. Rough and solid, one day soon, They will make our farmhouse Solid and strong against all elements, Human and nature, that will seek To destroy our good family. In summer, my rocks grow heavy,