Lyrics
The Legend of the Erratic Boulder
Crest-like shape
of the palest gray.
Cross-marked place
in the fountain spray.
Erratic stone which marks ground
where once the gallows could be found.
A place where scores of men
have met the bitter end.
Never cross
by the stone at night.
You’ll be lost
’til the morning light.
You’ll walk the streets alone
and curse the pale gray stone.
You’ll wander, searching on
until the break of dawn,
and every hedgehog’s gone.
The light reveals the tower
which leads you to the square.
And in this morning hour
so glad to be back there.
