Letras
Little boy, a tired strange afternoon
Shuts his eyes among his toys in his room
And on a steed of dream he leaves with a dream in June
He will find home soon
As he looks up once he finds a heavy stone
A magic stone at his feet wider than foam
And the little boy will play with that alone
The stone will be his home
You've your choice to do
You are chosen too
Don't fear, but search for the stone for your shoulder
You've your choice to do
You are chosen too
Don't fear, but search for the stone for your shoulder
Hundreds waiting for him, thousands he left sore
Wanting always more and winning always more
Taking always leave of every homely door
His stone was what he cared for
He had no rest, he was roaming wide and far
On his shoulder had an invisible scar
Only he could see the stone which he bore
At last back to his shore
You've your choice to do
You are chosen too
Don't fear, but search for the stone for your shoulder
You've your choice to do
You are chosen too
Don't fear, but search for the stone for your shoulder
Now his heart is old and beating very mild
He's smiling like an innocent child
At his feet lies the stone, his friend and guide
Dusk is followed by night
Heads are asked now by faint fairy light
And the mighty stone now loses his might
Slowly dissolving like fog from his sight
He has finished his fight
You've your choice to do
You are chosen too
Don't fear, but search for the stone for your shoulder
You've your choice to do
You are chosen too
Don't fear, but search for the stone for your shoulder