Black Old Stone
I lost my faith in the fields
the wind was blowing from the fields
the wind was blowing from the sea
the old man came to me he said
her heart is cold as a black old stone
a howling wolf spells her name
her cold blue eyes starring at me
she say the blind cant se the dead
the cry of wolves takes me home to her
I belong to her even though she is to wild
Oh, I belong to her even though she is to wild
Her heart is cold as a black old stone
But she speaks of love as I am the one
She say the blind can see the dead
The cry of wolves takes me home
I belong to her even though she is to wild
Oh, I belong to her even though she is to wild
My heart it belong to her even though she is to wild
My heart it belong to her even though she is to wild
Autor(es): MARTIN OSTLUND, MY SOHLIN, PAR NORDWALL, TOMAS ERIKSSON