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.