Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Breakin' Strings
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cliff Gelina
Songwriter
Lyrics
Here I go out in the woods again
Clearing my mind to the whispers of the wind
There's an old pathway by the old homestead
And It goes on and on and on and on and
If these stones could talk they'd take you back in time
Back to when you worked for what you had in life
If these stones could talk they'd tell you about that train
Coming round the bend every night
And you'd hear that whistle blow
Oh you'd hear that whistle blow
This old house is like a fairy tale
Built in a wonderland of love
This fireplace grows bigger every day
I swear I swear I swear
If these stones could talk they'd take you back in time
Back to when you worked for what you had in life
If these stones could talk they'd tell you about that train
Coming round the bend every night
And you'd hear that whistle blow
Oh you'd hear that whistle blow
If these stones could talk they'd take you back in time
Back to when you worked for what you had in life
If these stones could talk they'd tell you about that train
Coming round the bend every night
And you'd hear that whistle blow
Oh you'd hear that whistle blow
And you'd hear that whistle blow
Oh you'd hear that whistle blow
Written by: Cliff Gelina
