Seven Stones
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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
And 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
Believe 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
And 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
Believe him
The old man's guide is chance
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