Stoney End sing and play along

I was born re from love,

cast and my poor mother worked the mines.

I was raised ry on the good book Jesus,

till I read between the lines.

Now, I don't believe I wanna see the morning.

Going down the stoney end, I never wanted to go down the stoney end.

Mama, let me start all over.

Cradle me.

Mama, cradle me again.

I can still reber him cast with love the sky light in his eyes.

But the light ry flickered out and parted as the sun began to rise.

Now, I don't believe I wanna see the morning.

Going down the stoney end, I never wanted to go down the stoney end.

Mama, let me start all over.

Cradle me.

Mama, cradle me again.

ver.Cradle me.

Mama, cradle me.

Going down the stoney end, I never wanted to go down the stoney end.