Текст песни Song of a Baker - Screaming Trees

There's wheat in the field
And water in the stream
And salt in the mine
And an aching in me
I can no longer stand and wonder
'Cos I'm driven by this hunger
So I'll jug some water
Bake some flour
Store some salt and wait the hour
I'm thinking of love
Love is sinking of me
And the baker will come
And the baker I'll be

I'm depending on my labour
The texture and the flavour

I can no longer stand and wonder
'Cos I'm driven by this hunger
So I'll jug some water
Bake some flour
Store some salt and wait the hour