Lyrics Song of a Baker - Small Faces

Song of a Baker

There’s wheat in the field
And water in the stream
And salt in the mine
And an aching in me
I can 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
When thinking of love
Love is thinking for me
And the baker will come
And the baker I’ll be
I’m depending on my labour
The texture and the flavour
Hey!
I 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