(Shel Silverstein)
I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn`t nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
Hanging from a string in my mama`s kitchen, back in the hard time days
Was a little ol` stone `bout the size of an apple, it was smooth and worn and grey
There wasn`t much food in my mama`s kitchen, so whenever things got tight
Mama boiled up some water, put in the stone and said "Let`s have some soup tonight"
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn`t nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
It had been in the family for a whole lotta years, so we knew it was a nourishing thing
And I remember mama, as she stirred it in the water, and we could all hear her sing
"Its a magical stone and as long as we got it, we`ll never have a hungry night
Just add a little love to the wonderful soupstone and everything will be alright"
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn`t nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
So it carried us all through the darkening days, `til finally the sunshine came
And the soupstone started into gathering dust, but it hung there just the same
And ever since then the food`s been plenty, but every now and then I find
That mama in the kitchen with the wonderful soupstone, drifts across my mind
And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn`t nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn`t nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone
(c)1972 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.
