Look at the wood and the way he carves it Must have taken him years I asked him the price and he said it was free And I couldn't believe my ears
Tell me old man how long have you lived To have such amazing talent I'm twenty years short of a century And the best years are in the balance
As a baby his mother had fed him frogs And a wide assortment of lizards It made him tough and wise and strange And gave him the mind of a wizard
He had a new woman every five years Faithful to each in her turn They gave him children and time to smile And he showed them all the love they could learn The man had love to burn
Now he's lived his life and he'll live it again Thru one more gentle soul You'll know him by his smile and his fork held high He'll be dining on toads and moles
Look at the wood and the way he carves it Look at the sun, the golden harvest Must have taken him yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
