By Dango Rose Man was walkin’ down the road Saying wisdom won’t you find me Said I got no place to go Only seasons for to roam In this season I do moan Cold as ice, the wind surrounds me Fortune falls upon false secrets To the desert I do go Every Stone… Reflects Mystery… Every Stone… Comes Down on Me You may find a walkin’ man Lost his way in truth and reason Lovers left and gone to sea Stolen hearts left misery The wind does change a weary soul Hopes and dreams to dream of fortune Lovers lost in skies of passion Glory’s face on every stone Every Stone… Reflects Mystery… Every Stone… Comes Down on Me I feel the rhythm of the sand The vibrations move like diamonds From the middle of this land I share my heart with your command.