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