Lirieke: Maria Solheim. Barefoot. The Stones Will Cry.

If i'm still the stones will cry
If i'm still the trees will clap their hands
If i'm still the mountains will roar

If i'm still the ocean will whisper
If i'm still the houses will cry out
Instead of me

Who can hide a secret reviled
Who can stop a running fire
Like a deer thirsting for water
I long for more of you Top