Small Faces

Small Faces - Song of a Baker lyrics

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Written by Steve Marriott and Ronnie Laine.



From 'Ogdens Nut Gone Flake'



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.
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