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Stone Lyrics - 1970-1975: You Can Make Me Dance, Sing Or Anything... - Faces

Well once I was a stone, a many years ago 

Into a pool was thrown, a many years ago 

Time passed by, the pool ran dry, excavated was I 

And tempered and beat in a fiery heat by the hand of a man 

Who's name was Dan, Dan the blacksmith 

 

Well once I was a sword, a many years ago 

And my blade was broad, a many years ago 

Worn with pride, into battle I'd ride at a warriors side 

And I cut and I killed and I was lost in a field 

And I soon did rust, I corrode to dust, oh my 

 

Well once I was a daisy, a many years ago 

In pastures green and lazy, a many years ago 

But I was eat by a goat who fell in a moat and forgetting to float 

He sunk like a lead and stayed until dead but was relieved to find 

Oh Lord, just how kind it all was 

 

Well once I was a grub, a many years ago 

And I lived in muck and mud, a many years ago 

But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembled a prune 

When the good Lord was done in the warmth of the sun 

I shed my skins and I dried my wings and I flew away 

 

Well once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival 

And once I was a carp and lived in waters ornamental 

And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the Bible 

Said, "Pretty boy, pretty boy, St.Luke" 

 

Well 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 stick 

And hit it right cross my back to 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 piled on the back of a child 

That turned out to be wild, sent the devil a prayer 

And caused the parson to swear, so I took my leave 

To lie and thieve my way to jail 

 

Well I've been tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor known good times and disaster 

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 

Don't need no proof because that's the truth and I'll drink to that 

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