Well once I was a stone and many years ago
into 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 float
he 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 stick
and 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.
Autor(es): Ronnie Lane