The Wonderful Soup Stone

I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn'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, til' 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, 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