This Old Gravel Road

This old gravel road
Where we used to roam
How could we know
It was our cornerstone?
A knock on the door
A creak in the floor
The lawn's overgrown
By the place you call home
The birds flying low
The call of a crow
The beautiful oak
Is not here anymore
It was so long ago
The ebb and the flow
To be all alone
Or to have and to hold
This old gravel road
Where we used to roam
How could we know
It was our cornerstone?
See the story unfold
It is close to the bone
All the silver and gold
Is no help for your soul



Credits
Writer(s): Pontus Rundqvist
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