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The river carries stones from sharp to round
The years have shaped the peaks into the ground
The edges that we wore are now worn out
We learn to bend a little, not to doubt
We stood so straight we thought we could not bend
The years have turned our corners round, my friend
We used to fight the world with heavy hands
Now life has taught us softer, wiser plans
The marble steps wear round from all the feet
The old oak bench is worn by every seat
We trade the brittle edges for a grace
That finds a home in every winter's face
The marble steps wear round from all the feet
The old oak bench is worn by every seat
We shed the sharp replies we used to know
And keep the quiet tune that helps us grow
We stood so straight we thought we could not bend
The years have turned our corners round, my friend
We used to fight the world with heavy hands
Now life has taught us softer, wiser plans
The marble steps wear round from all the feet
The old oak bench is worn by every seat
We trade the brittle edges for a grace
That finds a home in every winter's face
The marble steps wear round from all the feet
The old oak bench is worn by every seat
We shed the sharp replies we used to know
And keep the quiet tune that helps us grow
