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"If Stones Could Talk" - Lyrics
It was somebody's house, it was somebody's home
Now all that's left is a pile of stones
Overgrown path and an apricot tree
A couple of posts where the front fence used to be
And I wonder what it was like
When they lived back then
Oh the stories they'd tell
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
Long days behind a mouldboard plough
Feeding horses long after the sun went down
Old buggy was a luxury in it's day
Now left under a tree, to rot and decay
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
Two rooms and a family of seven
The kitchen was the lounge and the second bedroom
Bathroom on the verandah and a dunny down the back
And a pot under the bed if you didn't like the dark
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
Butter and cream from a cow milked by hand
Eggs from the chooks and meat from the lamb
Veggies in the garden, apricots from the tree
All seemed like life's luxuries
Kids ridin' or walkin' to school
Sometimes they just had better things to do
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
Days when the work was all done by hand
No machines just the power of a man
Calloused hands, sweat and toil
Made the best of this Aussie soil
And I still wonder what it was like
When they lived back then
Oh the stories they'd tell
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
And I still wonder what it was like
When they lived back then
Oh the stories they'd tell
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
If stones could talk, if stones could talk
Hey I'd listen.....
Vocals/acoustic guitar: J. O'Dea
Bass: D. Potts
Violin: A. Sluiter
Drums: I. Martins
Backing vocals: S. Jarrett