I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes and the noodles and the marrow bone But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes and the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
Hanging from a string in my momma's kitchen back in the hard~time days Was a little old stone 'bout the size of an apple It was smooth and worn and grey There wasn't much food in my momma's kitchen so whenever things got tight Momma'd boil up some water, put in the stone and 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 wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes and the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
It had 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 will never have a hungry night Just add a little love to the wonderful soup stone and everything will be all right'
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes and the noodles and the marrow bone But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes and the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
So it carried us all through the darkening days 'til finally the sunshine came And the soup stone, it started into gathering dust but it hung there just the same And ever since then the food's been plenty, but every now and then I find that momma in the kitchen with the wonderful soup stone drifts across my mind
And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes and the noodles and the marrow bone But it really wasn�t nothing but some water and potatoes and the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes and the noodles and the marrow bone But it really wasn�t nothing but some water and potatoes and the wonderful, wonderful soup stone