SONG OF A BAKER

The Small Faces
Ocean Colour Scene


There`s wheat in the field
And water in the stream
And salt in the mine
And an aching in me

I can no longer stand and wonder
`Cos I`m driven by this hunger
So I`ll jug some water
Bake some flour
Store some salt and wait the hour

While I`m thinking of love
Love is thinking for me
And the baker will come
And the baker I`ll be

I am depending on my labour
The texture and the flavour