Wonderful Soup Stone

I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes And the noodles and the marrowbone But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone. - - - Hanging from a string in my mama'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 grey There wasn't much food in my mama's kitchen, So whenever things got tight Mama’d boil up some water, put in the stone and say "Let's have some soup tonight" - - - And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes And the noodles and the marrowbone But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone. - - - It had been in the family for a whole lotta years, So we knew it was a nurturing thing And I remember mama, as she stirred it in the water, And we could all hear her say "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 soupstone And everything will be alright" - - - And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes And the noodles and the marrowbone But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone. - - - So it carried us all through the darkening days ‘til finally the sunshine came And the soupstone started in to gathering dust But if hung there just the same And ever since then, the food’s been plenty But every now and then I find That mama, in the kitchen with the wonderful soupstone Drifts across my mind - - - And again, I can taste the chicken and tomatoes And the noodles and the marrowbone But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone.