(Shel Silverstein)

I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes

And the noodles and the marrowbone

But it really wasn't nothing but some water and
potatoes

And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone

Hanging from a string in my mama's kitchen, back
in the hard time days

Was a little ol' stone 'bout the size of an
apple, it was smooth and worn and grey

There wasn't much food in my mama's kitchen, so
whenever things got tight

Mama boiled up some water, put in the stone and
said Let's have some soup tonight

And I swear you could taste the chicken and
tomatoes

And the noodles and the marrowbone

But it really wasn't nothing but some water and
potatoes

And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone

It had been in the family for a whole lotta
years, so we knew it was a nourishing thing

And I remember mama, as she stirred it in the
water, and we could all hear her sing

Its a magical stone and as long as we got it,
we'll never have a hungry night

Just add a little love to the wonderful soupstone
and everything will be alright

And I swear you could taste the chicken and
tomatoes

And the noodles and the marrowbone

But it really wasn't nothing but some water and
potatoes

And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone

So it carried us all through the darkening days,
'til finally the sunshine came

And the soupstone started into gathering dust,
but it hung there just the same

And ever since then the food's been plenty, but
every now and then I find

That mama in the kitchen with the wonderful
soupstone, drifts across my mind

And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes

And the noodles and the marrowbone

But it really wasn't nothing but some water and
potatoes

And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone

And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes

And the noodles and the marrowbone

But it really wasn't nothing but some water and
potatoes

And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone

(c)1972 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.