Heard the old man tell his tale
Tinker, alone within a storm
And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree
Seven stones
Lay on the ground
Within the seventh house a friend was found
Sailors, in peril on the sea
Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen
They see a gull
Flying by
The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why
Nowhere
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Farmer, who knows not when to sow
Consults the old man clutching money in his hand
And with a shrug
The old man smiled
Took the money, left the farmer wild
Nowhere