I was born from love
And my poor mother worked the mines.
I was raised on the Good Book Jesus
Till I read between the lines.
Now I don't believe I want to see the morning.

Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go down the stoney end,
Mama let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, Cradle me again.

I can still remember him
With love light in his eyes,
But the light flickered out and parted
As the sea began to rise.
Now I don't believe I want to see the morning.

Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go down the stoney end.
Mama let me start all over;
Cradle me, Mama, Cradle me again.

Never mind the forecast
Cause the sky has lost control,
Cause the fury and the broken thunder's
Come to match my ragin' soul.
Now I don't believe I want to see the morning.

Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go down the stoney end.
Mama let me start all over;
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again,
Going down the stoney end.