Eli the Baker

Eli The Baker.

He rubs in salt
and sifts the flour
and bakes the dough
in the dawning hour

eli the baker he always keeps the oven hot
he bakes the village bread
he wears a canvas apron and a canvas hat
his loaf is crusty as a mountains head

eli the baker on fiery frosty mornings
theres a dragons head without a doubt
idris sleeps in elis oven
where smoke hills spires have all gone out

eli the baker in the hill village Tanagolch
a baker and dragon make friends
the proper container of bread and life
and idris has a home on which he can depend

eli the baker



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Childish, Neil Palmer
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