I’m romancing the stone
never leaving your poor heart alone
Every night and every day gonna love the hurtin’ away.
I’m romancing the stone
never leaving your poor heart alone
. . .
Tonight
tonight I’m falling where the peaceful waters flow
Where the uniconi’s the last one at the water hole.
I have found a love so precious like an emerald so bold
It’s a firelight escaping from the jeweller’s hold.
I’m romancing the stone
never leaving your poor heart alone
. . .
I’m romancing the stone
never leaving your poor heart alone
. . .
Oh
and in the heat of rapture when I feel the cold winds blow
Through the broken glass
I’ll see at last the sweet desire in you.
I will climb up on my pulpit and I’ll preach a sermon
you.
On the mountain roads
in Harlem
feel my jeweller’s hold.
I’m romancing the stone. never leaving your poor heart alone
. . .