Lyrics:

I heard the old man tell his tale

Tinker, alone within a storm
And losing hope he clears
The leaves beneath a tree
Seven stones lay on the ground
Within the seventh house a friend was found
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere

Sailors, in peril on the sea
Amongst the waves a rock
Looms nearer not yet seen
They see a gull flying by
The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere

(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Despair that tires the world
Brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world
Only grieves him, believe him
The old man's guide is chance
I heard the old man tell his tale


Farmer, who knows not when to sow
Consults the old man
Clutching money in his hand
And with a shrug the old man smiled
Took the money, left the farmer wild
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere

(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Despair that tires the world
Brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world
Only grieves him, believe him
The old man's guide is chance