Look at the wood and the way 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 him years