Sailing On a Four Leaf Clover

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind Sailing away on my four-leaf clover The mossy gray stone is no mystery Up inside this stone lives my past Sometimes I fear that my memories Just seem to be fading way to fast The green stone is so beautiful to see It tis’ the stone representing my today Where all is as beautiful as it can be For it is with the Angels I pray The blue stone is as deep as the sky No one knows what the future holds In it I see the world waiting for me And all of the stories I have yet told I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind Sailing away on my four-leaf clover