Shana Cleveland - Holy Rollers lyrics

What's that sound all down the road, Of the dry (crinkled?) stone Said goodbye, (sol?) afternoon, In a window with the sun coming through. You're slow and rising wave, In a field, your bodies wave. Kissing what people say No-o-o way, no way. Ho-oly Ro-olle-ers, Getting up when it's over. Let them under, Those fields of clover.