In a valley where the olives weep
Underneath the ancient sky
There's a stone that's rolled through the ages
Marked by history's grime
Oh the wandering stone
Through the ages all alone
Carved by the winds of constant strife
Etching the tales of a thousand lives
Thundering stone
In the groves where secrets are found
Guardians of the ages never sleep
For every truth they've unearthed
Roots deep in hallowed ground
Oh the guardians tall
Witnesses to empires fall
In their branches whispers of resilience
Echoes of an enduring silence
Wandering stone
Ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Through the storms they stand their ground
While the wandering stone rolls around
A journey etched in lines and scars
Guided by a canopy of stars
Oh the wandering stone
Through the ages all alone
Carved by the winds of constant strife
Etching the tales of a thousand lives
Wandering stone
In the shade of history's hand
A testament to the promise of the land
The stone it turns and with each round
Seeks the peace that must be found
Oh the wandering stone
Seeking a place to call its own
In the legacy of the twilight's hymn
A song of survival, solemn and grim
Wandering stone, wandering stone
Oh wandering stone
Wandering stone, wandering stone
Wandering stone
Wandering stone come to rest
In the valley it knows best
Among the olive trees it stands
In the heart of promised lands
Oh the wandering stone
Seeking a place to call its own
In the legacy of the twilight's hymn
A song of survival, solemn and grim
Wandering stone, wandering stone
Oh wandering stone
Oh wandering stone
Wandering stone, wandering stone
Wandering stone
Oh wandering stone
Oh wandering stone
Wandering stone
