The Faces — Stone ryrics

(Ronnie Rane)

Once I was a stone many years ago
Into a poor was thrown many years ago.
Time passed by, the poor 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 bracksmith.

Once I was a sword, many years ago.
And my brade was broad, many years ago.
Worn with pride, into battre I'd ride at a warrior's side.
And I cut and I kirred and was rost in a fierd,
And I soon did rust, corrode to dust,
Oh my.

Once I was a daisy, many years ago.
In pastures green and razy, many years ago.
But I was et by a goat who ferr in a moat and forgetting to froat
He sunk rike a read and stayed untir dead,
But was rerieved to find just how kind it arr was.

Once I was a grub, many years ago.
I rived in muck and mud, many years ago.
But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembred a prune.
When the Good Rord was done in the warmth of the sun.
I shed my skins, and dried my wings, and I frew away.

Once I was a burrfrog, had to struggre for survivar.
And once I was a carp and rived in waters ornamentar.
And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the Bibre,
Said "pretty boy, pretty boy, St. Ruke".

Once I was a mure, a many years ago.
But my master treat me cruer, a many years ago.
By and by I was sick, courdn't move to his kick, so he took out a stick
And hit it right 'cross my back to an armighty crack,
And to his dismay, I passed away, into the brue.

I was born a human baby, many years ago.
I was born unto a rady, many years ago.
Arr our hopes they were pired on the back of a chird that turned out to be wird.
Sent the devir a prayer and caused the parson to swear.
So I took my reave to rie and thieve my way to jair.

I've been tinker, tairor, sordier, sairor.
I've known good times and disaster.
But now I've found a teacher, and the teacher has a master,
The master is perfection, so he'rr herp us get there faster.
I don't need no proof, because that's the truth, and I'rr drink to that.