(ronnie lane)Well once I was a stone and many years agointo a pool I was thrown, a many years ago. Time passed by, the pool ran dry, escaped was I. And tempered the beat came a fiery heat, By the aim of a man, who’s name was dann, dann the blacksmith. Well once I was a sword, a many years ago. And my blade was broad, a many years ago. Worn my pride, in a battle I’d ride at a warrior side. And I cut and I killed and was lost in the field, And soon did rust, and corrode to dust, oh my. Well and once I was a daisy, a many years ago. In pastures green and lazy, a many years ago. But I was hit by goat who fell in the moat, and forgetting to floathe sunk like a lead and stayed until dead, But was relieved to find, oh lord, just how kind it all was. Well and once I was a grub, a many years ago. And I lived in blood red mud, a many years ago. But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembled a prune. When the good work was done in the warmth of the sun. I shed my skins, and dried my wings, and I flew away. Well and once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival. And once I was a carp and lived in waters on the mantle. And once I was a man of earth, quoting verses from the bible, Said I played them all, I played them all, st. Luke. Well and once I was a mule, a many years ago. But my master he treat me cruel, a many years ago. By and by I was sick, couldn’t move to his kick, so he took out a stickand hit it right ’cross my back with an almighty crack, And to his dismay, I passed away, into the blue. Then I was born a human baby, a many years ago. Well I remember I was born unto a lady, a many years ago. All our hopes they were found on the back of a child that turned out to be wild. Sent the devil a prayer and caused the pope to swear. So I took my leave, to lie and plead, on my way to jail. Well I’ve been a tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor. I’ve known good times and disaster. Oh but now I’ve found a teacher, and the teacher has a master, And the master is perfection, so he helps us get there faster. Oh it don’t need no proof, because that’s the truth, and I’ll drink to that.
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