Beth Hart

Why do you carry a pocket of stone?
Body and mind are tired of the load
Still searching for shelter in your own restless thoughts
Believing in anything still you are lost
I will be there just look over your shoulder baby
Longing to share a sky full of clover
Come to the grass where the orchids run wild
See how they're laughing a land full of smile
People in clover are holding up their hands
Praising the holy one the wiser of man
I will be there jut look over your shoulder baby
Longing to share a sky full of clover