Lyrics Error (Producer's remix) - Central Seven
I
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
not
yet
seen
The
seagull
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
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
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