Lyrics:
There's wheat in the fieldAnd water in the streamAnd salt in the mineAnd an aching in me.I can longer stand and wonderCos 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 meAnd the baker will comeAnd the baker I'll beI'm depending on my labour,The texture and the flavourHey!I can no longer stand and wonderCos I'm driven by this hungerSo I'll jug some water, bake some flour.Store some salt and wait the hour.