Song Of A Baker

[D] [A] [G] [A]

[D] [G] [A] [G]

[D] [A] [C] [G]

There's [D]wheat in the [A]field          [C]
And [G]water in the [D]stream   [A]            [C]                     [G]
And [D]salt in the [A]mine          [C]
And an [G]aching in [D]me.      [A]               [C]                        [G]

I can [D]longer [A]stand and [G]won[D]der
Cos I'm [D]driven [A]by this [G]hun[D]ger.

So I'll [D]jug some [A]water, [C]bake some [G]flour,
[D]Store some [A]salt and [C]wait the [G]hour.

When [D]thinking of [A]love,       [C]
Love is [G]thinking for [D]me       [A]                 [C]                           [G]
And the [D]baker will [A]come       [C]
And the [G]baker I'll [D]be        [A]                  [C]                            [G]

I'm de[D]pending [A]on my [G]la[D]bour,
The [D]texture [A]and the [G]fla[D]vour

[N.C.]Hey!

[D](g[A]ui[C]ta[G]r solo)

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.

[D] [A] [G] [A]

[D] [G] [A] [G]