Текст песни Cutting Stone - The Decemberists
Dreamed
I
had
a
cutting
stone
Dreamed
I
held
it
all
my
own
It
cut
through
wire,
wood,
and
bone
I'll
cut
you
down,
my
cutting
stone
Cutting
stone
oh
fear
me
none
Whether
wild
or
whether
won
Though
I
travel
far
from
home
I'll
always
have
my
cutting
stone
Wandering,
I
chanced
upon
A
wayward
child
lost
anon
And
when
he
laid
across
my
chest
My
cutting
stone
it
did
the
rest
Cutting
stone
oh
fear
me
none
Whether
wild
or
whether
won
Though
I
travel
far
from
home
I'll
always
have
my
cutting
stone
In
a
valley
green
and
wide
A
suitor
wept
for
a
dying
bride
And
when
he
turned
his
eyes
on
me
A
cutting
stone
did
set
him
free
Cutting
stone
oh
fear
me
none
Whether
wild
or
whether
won
Though
I
travel
far
from
home
I'll
always
have
my
cutting
stone
Cutting
stone
oh
fear
me
none
Whether
wild
or
whether
won
Though
I
travel
far
from
home
I'll
always
have
my
cutting
stone
There
upon
a
mountaintop
I
looked
down
on
to
what
I'd
wrought
And
when
I
saw
my
labors
through
I
cut
my
cutting
stone
in
two
Cutting
stone
oh
fear
me
none
Whether
wild
or
whether
won
Though
I
travel
far
from
home
I'll
always
have
my
cutting
stone
I'll
always
have
my
cutting
stone
I'll
cut
you
down,
my
cutting
stone
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