White doves and red flowers
Nine o'clock is the hour
There's a figure on the right
Holding something in his hand
She's running out of time
You'll never change her mind
She's got a heart of rock
You'll never take it from her

Green gown and brown hair
Pale white face but oh so fair
There's a man on the left
With a manuscript under his arm
She won't be convinced
She'll never listen to your charm
She's got a heart of rock

She needs some one to believe in her
She needs some one who cares
She's having trouble with her faith
So she hides behind her heart of rock

There's a picture on the wall
And she got it from a friend
She says it's just a card
And it doesn't mean anything in the end
Time goes by and the white doves fly
Into the sky and the red flowers die
She's got a heart of rock