Seven Stones - Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel

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, and 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

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

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