November 12, 2015

Lyrics

I heard the old man tell his tale:

Tinker
Alone within a storm
And losing hope
He clears the leaves beneath a tree

Seven stones
Lay on the ground
Within the seventh house
A friend was found
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere

Sailors
In peril on the sea
Amongst the waves
A rock looms nearer not yet seen

They see a gull
Flying by
The captain turns the boat
And he asks not why
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere...

Despair that tires the world
Brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world
Only grieves him
Believes him
The old man's guide is chance

I heard the old man tell his tale:

Farmer
Who knows not when to sow
Consults the old man
Clutching money in his hand

With a shrug
The old man smiled
Took the money
Left the farmer wild
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere...

Despair that tires the world
Brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world
Only grieves him
Believes him
The old man's guide is chance...

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