מילים לשיר Rocks From Rolling Stones – Willie Nelson

There's a road runs clear to the sky,
That calls to my spirit, calls to my heart.
She's got one more sundown, and one more dawn.
She's been a harbour, a port in a storm: Fiddles don't make violins.
Motel rooms don't make homes.
You can't turn water into wine.
You can't make a rock from a rolling stone. You'd be a liar if you said you'd changed.
But she'll be there in your heart and your mind,
There's a river of freedom runnin' through your veins.
Fiddles don't make violins. 'Til the last song fades, and the music dies.
Motel rooms don't make homes.
You can't turn water into wine.
You can't make a rock from a rolling stone. You can't make a rock from a rolling stone.