Aa Harvey

A Rolling Stone

A Rolling Stone

 

 

A rolling stone gathers no moss,

For it forever travels on, even though it has no legs.

It simply rolls on, through the poorest little village.

Its destination unknown; its path filled with the dead.

 

 

This rock is enormous.  Your garden has turned to dust.

Your plants are now flat and the grass has been soiled

And marked by this rock.  It left a lasting impression.

You\'ll remember the rolling stone, but by now it\'s moved on.

 

 

The rolling stone is still rolling; it has rolled all its life.

Its job is to roll and it\'s done that just right.

Destroying all things that get in its way.

It knows its future, it\'s always the same.

 

 

To roll is to live, for this rolling rock.

It only quest in life, is to keep rolling on.

Leaving a path of destruction, for nothing can stop its wrath.

It\'s dizzy from the rolling; its life seems quite a laugh.

 

 

People flee when they see it coming

And it\'s now grown to be huge.

Look out!  Here comes the rolling stone;

It’s coming directly for you.

 

 

Mick Jagger saw the rock, as it rolled down the hill,

But he thought it was an illusion, he saw because of the pills.

Now he\'s old he\'s not so convinced, that the rock wasn\'t real

And maybe now at last, he can start to really believe.

 

 

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