歌词
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
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere
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
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world only grieves him
Believe him
The old man's guide is chance
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
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world only grieves him
Believe him
The old man's guide is chance
