Now, I can't see it's any loss that rolling stones don't gather moss

I wouldn't gather any if I could

And tho my friend keep sellin me this handy folk philosophy

The more I've heard, the less I've understood

Don't ever count your rolling stones until they gather moss

'Cause a good stitch in the hand is worth two bridges you ain't crossed

And baby, don't look back to see what you've been thru

'Cause something might be gaining ground on you.

I used to be the cautious kind I never entered nothing blind

And I came to every bridge before I crossed

And I always looked before I leaped until some educated creep

Told me that he who hesitates is lost

Don't ever count your rolling stones until they gather moss

'Cause a good stitch in the hand is worth two bridges you ain't crossed

And baby, don't look back to see what you've been thru

'Cause something might be gaining ground on you.

Well, that started me to thinking which is sometimes worse than winking

And before too long I'd really warped my mind

I soon found out what people said where a one man's way to get ahead

Was someone else's way to fall behind

Don't ever count your rolling stones until they gather moss

'Cause a good stitch in the hand is worth two bridges you ain't crossed

And baby, don't look back to see what you've been thru

'Cause something might be gaining ground on you.

I seems to me that when I try to walk tall with my head up high

While keeping both feet on the ground

I stumble over things.

If I never tried to climb, I wouldn't falldown all the time

But neither would a frog, if he had wings.

Don't ever count your rolling stones until they gather moss

'Cause a good stitch in the hand is worth two bridges you ain't crossed

And baby, don't look back to see what you've been thru

'Cause something might be gaining ground on you.

Now did you ever stop and wonder if abscencemakes the heart grow fonder

Or if out of sight is really out of mind.

And while you sit there colly sippin', try keeping a stiff upper lip

And whistling in the dark at the same time

Don't ever count your rolling stones until they gather moss

'Cause a good stitch in the hand is worth two bridges you ain't crossed

And baby, don't look back to see what you've been thru

"Cause something might be gaining ground on you.