Ben Harper - Gather Round The Stone lyrics

You're too young to know

That you're too young to go

There's no freedom to be found

Lying face up in the ground

Ashes from an unfinished life

Are all that's left

In a tear-drop-shaped locket

Hanging from his mother's chest

You whip the back of freedom

'till it bleeds an oil stream

Then you sail down upon it

In your killing machine

Old men who send children

Off to die in vain

They will hear death's constant whisper

Call remember my name

Gather 'round the stone