More, more may love
More, more may love
More, more may love I said
More, more may love
Can you turn a blind eye
To me lying at your feet?
Every word so well place
And every word so sweet
I've made me a mountain
From every pinch of salt
And the gra** is always greener there
If only more may love
More, more may love
More, more may love
Stone harvest, a stone harvest
Stone harvest, a stone harvest
Stone harvest, a stone harvest
Stone harvest, a stone harvest