Song Of A Baker

There's wheat in the field

And water in the stream

And salt in the mine

And an aching in meI 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 hourWhile I'm thinking of love

Love is thinking for me

And the baker will come

And the baker I'll beI am depending on my labor

The texture and the flavorI 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