(L.Nyro)

I was born from love

And my poor mother worked the mines

I was raised on the Good Book Jesus

Till I read between the lines

Now I don't believe

I want to see the morning

Going down the Stoney End

I never wanted to go

Down the Stoney End

Mama let me start all over

Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again

I can still remember him

With love light in his eyes

But the light flickered out and parted

As the sun began to rise

Now I don't believe

I want to see the morning

Going down the Stoney End

I never wanted to go

Down the Stoney End

Mama let me start all over

Cradle me, mama, cradle me again

(Cradle me, mama, cradle me again

Mama, cradle me again...)

Never mind the forecast

'Cause the sky has lost control

'Cause the furry and the broken thunders

Come to match my raging soul

Now I don't believe

I want to see the morning

Going down the Stoney End

I never wanted to go

Down the Stoney End

Mama let me start all over

Cradle me, mama, cradle me again

Going down the Stoney End...