Rocks do cry
When there is love all around them,
Rocks do cry.

When the storm blows away one's life's meaning
And leaves them with neither floor nor ceiling,
Rocks do mourn their sorrowful feeling,
Yes, rocks do cry.

When soil encloses one's life and clamps them,
Says all the mean things and with hate stamps them,
Rocks do hold them to their heart and clasp them,
Yes, rocks do cry.

When a shooting star falls from the bright sky,
A loved one is lost, in their tomb they lie,
Rocks do comfort them and bid them goodbye,
Yes, rocks do cry.