Stucco and Stone

Have you ever stared at the sun setting over a field of sage brush?
Have you ever felt the sting of salt from the windswept american sea?
Have you felt the joy of sisterhood?
Have heard the cry of babes?
Stucco and Stone
Stucco and Stone


Have you ever driven for hours and not seen a soul?
Have felt a flustered with love at the sight of his boots?
Have you ever felt the excitement of spring in the dixie?
Stucco and Stone
Stucco and Stone


From the mountain heights, to the sandstone plateaus.
From the Canyons of depth, to the blues of pal.
This is Joy
This is Love

This is Stucco and Stone


By Merlean Swapp