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 There's wheat in the field

 And water in the stream

 And salt in the mine

 And an aching in me.

 I can longer stand and wonder

 Cos I'm driven by this hunger.

 So I'll jug some water, bake some flour,

Store some salt and wait the hour.

 When thinking of love,

 Love is thinking for me

 And the baker will come

 And the baker I'll be

 I'm depending on my labour,

 The texture and the flavour

Hey!

(guitar solo)

I can no longer stand and wonder

Cos I'm driven by this hunger

So I'll jug some water, bake some flour.

Store some salt and wait the hour.