Seven Stones

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

The seagull 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

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