Arthur Stone
Charles Bliss, Joe Coyle
Here comes the story
Of a child who did not have a home
He roamed across the country
With a name as strong as Arthur Stone
Sat beside the giants
Who let him speak and tear apart
The sighing outward tyrants
Beyond the day he had a heart
He climbed the walls
To the castle and ate up all of their corn
Left a note behind it all
And played a song on his brand new wedding horn
Here comes the story
Of a child left to negotiate
A life worth life if given
The chance to compensate for hate
His feet filled fat with blisters
A thousand days and forty nights
He skipped across the river
And past the edge of Paradise
