(Shel Silverstein)      I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes   And the noodles and the marrow bone   But it really wadn't nothin' but some water and potatoes   And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.      Hangin' from a string in my momma's kitchen   Back in the hard time days   Was a little ol' stone 'bout the size of an apple   It was smooth and worn and gray.      There wadn't much food in my momma's kitchen   So whenever things got tight   Momma'd boil up some water put in the stone   Say let's have some soup tonight.      And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes   And the noodles and the marrow bone   But it really wadn't nothin' but some water and potatoes   And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.      It'd been in the family for a whole lotta years   So we knew it was a nourishing thing   And I remember momma as she stirred it in the water   And we could all hear her sing.      It's a magical stone and as long as we got it   We'll never have a hungry night   Just add a little love to the wonderful soup stone   And everything'll be all right.      And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes   And the noodles and the marrow bone   But it really wadn't nothin' but some water and potatoes   And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.      So it carried us all through the darkenin' days   Till finally the sunshine came   And the soup stone started in a gatherin' dust   But it hung there just the same.      But ever since then Lord the food's been plenty   And ever now and then I find   That momma in the kitchen and the wonderful soup stone   Drifts across my mind.      And again I'd taste, taste the chicken and tomatoes   And the noodles and the marrow bone   But it really wadn't nothin' but some water and potatoes   And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.      We were nourished by the wonderful soup stone.   Oh, the wonderful, wonderful soup stone...