Till All the Stones Are Gone

“Till All the Stones Are Gone”

Where farms once stood and patches
And ewes grazed grasses free
No pumpkins more no pastures.
There is a cemetery.

No longer days are merry.
The grace it seems was spent.
In palm the stone he carries
To put on monument.

Chorus:

……Twelve stones once more were taken.
……Much left to carry on.
……O no one is forsaken!
……Till all the stones are gone.


Where farms once stood and patches
And ewes grazed peacefully
The rainbow overarches
The sugar maple tree

Where boats were moored at landing
And granites bore moraine
Now everything is ending
Is shorter and in vain

Chorus:

……Twelve stones once more were taken.
……Much left to carry on.
……O no one is forsaken!
……Till all the stones are gone.


In valley of dry bones
Here tarries orphan boy
Between the larger stones
He plants a windmill toy

‘O, blow a-away my sorrows,’
Alone and forlorn
He cries in valley’s horror
And casts another stone.

Chorus:

……Twelve stones once more were taken.
……Much left to carry on.
……O no one is forsaken!
……Till all the stones are gone.


By Igor Merlinov 2015