Look at the wood and they he carves it

Must have taken him years

I asked him the price and he said it was free

And I couldn't believe my ears



Tell me old man how long have you lived

To have such amazing talent

I'm twenty years short of a century

And the best years are in the balance



As a baby his mother had fed him frogs

And a wide assortment of lizards

It made him tough and wise and strange

And gave him the mind of a wizard



He had a new woman every five years

Faithful to each in her turn

They gave him children and time to smile

And he showed them all the love they could learn

The man had love to burn



Now he's lived his life and he'll live it again

Thru one more gentle soul

You'll know him by his smile and his fork held high

He'll be dining on toads and moles



Look at the wood and the way he carves it

Look at the sun, the golden harvest

Must have taken his years